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Travelling Light

I’m packed.

That statement is so multi-layered it deserves to be a standalone paragraph.

I am the worst packer.  I always think it will take less time than it does, and I chronically leave it to the last possible moment.  Mostly because laundry has to be done before anything goes into the suitcase.  Then when items do start getting tossed into the bag, it becomes pretty much a free for all.  I am usually so undecided on what to take it feels easier to take everything.  Which is so crazy on so many levels.  There *are* laundry facilities where I’m staying.  There *are* stores where I’m going.  There *won’t* be a crisis if I forget my pj’s or the toothpaste.  It’s New York City for gawdssakes – I could go with a carry-on or less and get by just fine.

To further highlight the inherent ridiculousness around this dilemma, all I need to do is look at my travel history.  I inevitably take a huge bulging bag full of crap that has been tossed together largely on the premise of “just in case”.  Just in case it gets cold at night I’ll take this sweater.  Wait this sweater is kind of light, I better take a heavier one too.  And on it goes.

So what is this packing problem all about?  I think it comes down to this:  Fear.  Trying to cover off all contingencies is basically a lack of conviction that what I need will be available when I need it.  Ergo:  Fear.

I’m packed.

And I’m too tired to start unpacking for the sake of packing light(er).  What’s done is done.  There’s always next time, as they say.

All that said, I think its interesting to note that while my suitcase is heavy and in danger of being overweight, my heart is light.  My spirit is soaring.  The wonderful thing is that while my suitcase may very well be full of crap, I’m consciously leaving some baggage behind.  This journey is all about rising above, passing through and opening up to a future of infinite possibilities.  It is about my well-being and doing what makes my soul sing in a place that energizes and inspires me.

My suitcase is heavy, no question. But I’m travelling light.

More later.  From New York.

Packing Light

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Autumn Journey

Today a ‘Happy Anniversary’ message arrived from WordPress to commemorate two years on the blog.  I’m not exactly sure where the last two years have gone, but I do know this:  October is here, New York has me on speed dial, and I fly there on Saturday.

New York calls my name often, but in October, the city that never sleeps beckons even more loudly for me than any other time of year.  Central Park is magical in her shades of autumn glory.  Favourite haunts with strong coffee, vegan delicacies and characters galore await at every turn.  Good friends, amazing energy, and a walking wonderland await.

Having an adventure like this to look forward to reminds me how good it feels to be alive.  All my senses are in overdrive, anticipation has fired my imagination, electric energy is coursing through my veins.  This is how New York feels to me.  Every single time.

I will spend time with friends who make me laugh and who listen not only to my words, but recognize what my heart is saying.  I am enrolled in writing workshops and plan to attend creative development classes, and pretty much anything woo-woo and eclectic I can find – not a difficult task in NYC!  I intend to stroll Manhattan neighborhoods, hang in Brooklyn coffee establishments, and explore new places at every opportunity.  This is my happy place.

I wish all of you a wonderful autumn equinox.  May you spend it in a place and in a way that nourishes and sustains you.  Whatever that looks like for you.