Travelling Light

Seeing the world...or at least my feet...through rose colored glasses.

I’m travelling today.  After packing-procrastination I got three hours of sleep before the alarm went off at 3:30 am.  Unusual for me (a lover of the snooze button) I jumped right out of bed.  Had the requisite shower and shine.  Watered the plants, left notes for the house-sitter, and lugged the (overly packed and way too heavy) suitcase to the curb.  The cab driver had that sucker in the trunk before I skipped back down the steps, and handed it to the curb-side blue uniform before I hopped out of the back seat.  Armed with my blue and green paisley quilted duffle, I’m travelling light.

I know we haven’t seem Memorial Day yet, but I’m donned in white jeans and pink flip-flops.  Pink toes.  Pink lips.  Pink shirt.  If you think it’s too early in the season for all that, well…lighten up.  That’s what I’m doing.

I play a little game with myself when I travel by airplane.  I’ve been told I work in a little fantasy world, that I’m delusional, that I’m a little closer to crazy because of this, and maybe there is a hint of truth, but this gives me intense joy.  Everytime I travel, despite the reason, I spend at least a portion of the actual travel time pretending I’m going on holiday.  Not work.  Not a visit home.  Not a short trip up the coast.  A real HOLIDAY.  The word itself changes tone and meaning as much as it changes my outlook and demeanor.  Whatever happens…it’s all good.

Holiday is travel.  It’s journey.  It’s new and different, and meant to lighten the stress and burdens of one’s everyday life.  It often brings the unexpected, and that unexpected is usually met with a “no worries” attitude and a cocktail in hand. 

(Try a “holiday” attitude the next time you travel on business, even if it’s for none small portion.  For me it means bellying up to a bar to enjoy conversation with strangers, a food not generally seen in my diet, a great novel, a confident gait, and a big smile.)

This time around I AM on holiday.  I’m heading for Hawaii.  The entire trip is to be taken in stride.  And that holiday attitude has elements that should be used well after the trip is completed.

Life is a journey, not a destination.  No matter what happens on the path, it’s where you are, so get something good out of it.

Why worry about tomorrow; tomorrow has worries of its own. Have a great time today, and deal with the issues of the day.  Yeah, it might rain tomorrow.  Yeah, you may not like your job next month.  Deal with it then. 

Wherever you go, there you are.  Realize that you’re not running away.  Your problems and issues will come along with you.  Decide which ones you want to deal with right now.  Put the others on the back burner.  Better yet, throw some of them away.  Pick the useless ones up later…if you really want.

Today, I’m travelling.  I laid down some burdens and got rid of some junk.  I sitting in a bar in Phoenix trying to type and look friendly at the same time.  Gotta’ go…travelling lighter.

About Lisa Jamison

Welcome! I'm Lisa, and I specialize in Integrated Somatic Therapies. I'm a Compassionate Inquiry Practitioner, Coach/Trainer, Body Worker, Yoga Therapist, Breathwork facilitator, educator, and all around great gal (not necessarily in that order!). I thrive on watching people move, both in sport/activity as well as how one maneuvers the world. Professionally I can help you do that with more grace, ease, and efficiency...AND help you determine those pesky limitations, often from adverse experiences/trauma. It's about eliminating the stresses on your body and teaching you a new way. Physically. Cognitively. Emotionally. Body, mind, and spirit.
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