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Randomness at 37,000ft

This is less than ideal. I'm in a plane at 37000 ft and I've got a fit of inspiration. Well, not sure if it's actually inspiration as much as it is shit that needs to be out of my head. Like yesterday. Yesterday would have been my 11th anniversary. Yes. I know I covered that. But look man...I'm just clearing cobwebs, ya dig?

Actually I don't know what I'm doing. Well, that's not entirely true. I know one thing I'm doing. I'm hoping that this plane is on time to Chicago. See, on Friday when I was flying out to Phoenix, the flight from Columbus to Chicago was 30+minutes late. So, by the time we got to Midway...and deplaned, I was left with 0 minutes before my connecting flight was boarding. So I was in an airport I was unfamiliar with. And it wasn't a small airport, I might add. you seasoned travelers, Chicago Midway might be small, but to this overweight dude with a recovering knee and a bum shoulder, to land at gate B something and have to go to basically the complete other end of the airport with zero time to dilly dally....well it sucked. I was sprinting. They were announcing my name on the loud speaker with such heartfelt encouragements as "Passenger Andrew Skaggs, this is your 10 minute warning...At that time if you are not on your plane, your seat will be given up to standby"...Great. And of course there's a few dead tunnels with no line of sight, so I can't even get someone's attention. There are no Airport Golf Cart driving peeps to flag down. Just cleaning personnel and I'm pretty sure they didn't give a shit that I was about to miss my flight out west to see one of my bestest friends.

Finally I hit A4B or whatever the hell the gate (from hell) was and was able to flag down the smiley dude who just gave me the thumbs up and said "You're good made it!" That's the second dash this summer that ended in an out of breath Toddles and a feeling of overinflated accomplishment. And I'll take it. I got on that flight sweaty and needing to pee, but I didn't care. At least I made it.

Somewhere between Chicago and Phoenix I evacuated my bladder and all was again right with the world.

The weekend was pretty great. I had a great time chilliin' was much needed. And I missed my friend. I admire her for doing what she did. She's always wanted to live in Arizona and just decided last year that it was time. She packed up...moved out and had faith that things would work out the way they needed to. And for the most part, it looks like they have. Which, I don't know about you, but that's pretty freakin' inspiring.

I can't but help feeling that I'm in flux right now. Things in my life are falling in to place. I feel that the cogs and gears are turning in the universal tumbler in such a way that it's gonna go my way.

Funny thing is...I have always had the view that the way things are happening in my life is actually the way they need to happen. So things that others might see as bad luck or bad breaks, I've been blessed to be able to learn from those things. And to me, if you can learn from something then it can't really be a bad thing, can it? It may be an unfortunate event. Or an unfortunate situation. But it can't really be bad. I don't think that life can be either good or bad. I think that life just is. How we choose to process the events in our life help determine the perception of 'good' and 'bad'. And that's all they are...perceptions. The trick is realizing that this body in this plane of existance needs that label. It needs to put things in to boxes. It needs to see time as a straight line. It needs to see cause and effect.

And that's ok. I just have to remember to not get caught up in that. Because, to be honest that physical side of things is such a small part of the universe.

I'm exactly where I need to be right now. Doing exactly what I need to be doing.


The universe is perfect like that.

Oh...and by the way...I'm sure there will be more rambling posts. I feel like I've gone too long without writing on a regular basis, so I need to clear the cobwebs off.




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