Lately, I’ve been feeling like I want to be adrift for a while. I get the image of floating in the middle of a vast ocean, arms outstretched, the sun shining above me. Nothing to worry about, nothing I have to or need to do. I can just be. All is well. All is perfect.
The ocean and the sun give me the space to recharge. They energize me. They’ve got my back. In them, I have found my safe space.
I like the idea of aimless days without commitments or obligations. Days when I can do as I please. If I want to go on a long walk in solitude, I do that. If I want to immerse myself in my old Physics textbook (Fundamentals of Physics by Halliday, Resnick, Walker), I do that. If I want to sit like The Thinker for a prolonged period of time, I do that. If I want to [fill in the blank], I do that.
The thought of clear blue skies, lazy days with no agendas, and a peaceful heart sounds…amazing. When time stops and everything is just as it’s supposed to be. Everything is just as it’s supposed to be.
Maybe what I’m going for is contentment.