I woke up early one morning, earlier than normal. It was slightly irritating given the fact I didn’t need to set an alarm that day. I was looking forward to sleeping in, but by 5:30 my body was ready to get up. I reluctantly got to my feet and walked to the bedroom window. I wanted to see what kind of day was waiting for me. I slid the curtain open and saw a deep blanket of fog penetrating the yard. I was jolted awake. Nothing gets me more excited than the opportunity to get a good picture. I grabbed my camera, slipped on a pair of shoes and headed out the door with bed head and pajamas. This was better than sleeping in.
Fast forward a few weeks. My continuing education requirements for massage are due this year. I searched the internet for something different, something I could get excited about. I closed my massage practice over a year ago. I still do massage occasionally, but have no plans of opening another practice. I decided on a Thai Massage class in Portland. I drove by Portland once. It was meant to be a creative detour, but just ended up being a long time in the car. Maybe it was time for a proper visit. Why not? I am truly ready for a break from North Dakota anyway. I booked the class.
Days before the class plans changed. A series of miscommunication and a lack of information turned into a bundle of stress and a need for quick decisions. Do I really need a massage license? Should I keep my trip to Portland? I’m pretty practical. A trip without purpose isn’t something I normally indulge in. Perhaps I should. Perhaps I should invest in myself, – in my creativity.
The energy of North Dakota is all work and no play. This energy has me drained. Fresh ideas can’t come. The fluidity is absent. I need time to foster my creative spirit. I need to find a window that shows me something unexpected, like the blanket of fog that summer morning. I need to let go of my plans and be open to seeing something different. I am keeping my trip to Portland in full anticipation of a new dawn and fresh ideas.