Notes on the air

Random Notes on the way to Georgia

Looking out to the jetway SFO. Originally from

Looking out to the jetway SFO. Originally from

I guess it’s finally sinking in that I’m moving to Georgia. Until now it was an academic thinking exercise. I’m packed and waiting in SFO waiting for the plane to take off, another hour and a quarter before they start lining up people for the controlled chaos of boarding an airplane.

You’ve got to have the courage to close your eyes and jump in the dark aware that you may land on your face and have to get up smiling

After all, you’re probably going to have to do it again tomorrow.

The more more I think about it the more I realize that it’s a matter of mindset.  I can’t blame anyone but myself for the choices I’ve made and it’s time that I accept the consequences of these choices.

This also caught my attention (again)

When setting out on a journey, do not seek advice from those who have never left home

-- Rumi

As much as I hate change I’m starting to really realize how good this change is for my soul.  I’m eager for things to happen again and I haven’t been eager and looking forward in a long time.

I wonder if I should go for a 3 bedroom townhouse rather than the 2 bedroom apartment and leave the 3rd room as my library/workout room… I guess we’ll have to see how things work out.

Tori Amos’ A sort of fairy tale has been stuck in my mind for the last couple weeks, particularly the chorus

and I’m too sad
like a good book
I can’t put
this day back
a sort of fairy tale
with you
a sort of fairy tale
with you

Professionally I have to wonder how things are going to work out. That’s the biggest fear I have. Relocation itself doesn’t bother me as much as not knowing what work will be like.

Fear of change is bad enough but when you add unknowns and uncertainties that’s where I hit the “it’s fucked up” button and want to do something different.