Minneapolis is my flash-sideways

Great photo by R, eh? It was taken on Figueroa Mountain on my 31st birthday. It's sort of a companion piece to the one in this post.

I'm in Minneapolis for work this week and have a few minutes for a quick entry from my hotel room, so let's do this. And let's do it without over thinking it.

I've been feeling a little out-of-touch with you lately, and there's a complicated answer for that. Life in general has been feeling more complicated than usual lately. It's complicated. It's a Meryl Streep movie. Yawn.

It feels like my brain is degrading.

It's more difficult to connect with people than ever before. For some reason I thought it would get easier.

I recently reopened my private, written journal, but after one marathon session it has been largely neglected as well.

I'm still thinking in terms of 140 max characters. I blame Twitter. So much for writing that novel.

I want to be here and there and nowhere.

This is what I get for starting a blog entry without much of a point. I'm all over the place tonight. Let's forget this ever happened.

But first, view this beautiful woman, partially shrouded by wildflowers:

Hesitation

This blog has been lacking imagination lately. Let's crank up the crazy quotient a little bit. Let's all go to the best farmers' market in the world. Let's visit with R's uncle Tom during his daughter's regatta on Saturday afternoon and take the above photo afterwards. Maybe we'll add a few more photos to the gallery as well. Don't forget to include Friday night's hike--pardon me, chase--to Inspiration Point and be amazed we can get there so fast. Let's all think about how to prevent ourselves from being too self-absorbed, a side effect to the drug of living here. Let's all find a church to attend, for networking if nothing else. No, there is something else... something we may have forgotten. Let's get back to editing. Let's read more. Let's get addicted to coffee. Everybody's doing it. Let's all spend the day living like a slob but getting paid for it. Let's apply for new jobs and fear we'll hear back about them. Let's look for houses, too ridiculous to afford, and question if we can afford them and wonder what can break us or make us rich. Let's drink Firestone beer at Taffy's and the cheapest wine we can at home, except during a romantic dinner. Then we'll drink a smoothie because we're out of wine. Let's take long bike rides in both directions along the coast. Let's find notes from friendly people on car windshields and hesitate to call. Let's worry that if our lives aren't happy when they are full, what will happen when they empty out again. But nevermind because they are happy when they are full. Let's all go to bed and wake up at the desk, blurry eyed, by the light of the monitor, almost ready to face another day in some strange paradise.