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switching time zones...

There is something about traveling that asks something of us.

To leave in one time zone and arrive in another always feels a bit magical. Gaining an hour, losing an hour (or two or 4 or 10)… adapting daily routines in accordance with a new flow.

The transition can be like that moment when you step on the people-mover at the airport - a jolt at first, but then you find the rhythm and feel rather skippy about the whole thing.

When I travel, there are always challenges to be met. Inconceivable happenstances where I encounter the largeness of my self in the very best and worst sorts of ways…

Like the time I headed to Friday Harbor – a meticulous plan requiring planes, ferries and automobiles. If I missed any one point on the schedule, it would delay me a full day.

Unfortunately, nothing was running on time that day.

After a two delays, and then sitting on the tarmac for what felt like hours, finally we deplaned. I was deeply relieved to learn that even though the direct flight to the island had been cancelled, I could still make the very last bus which would take me to a ferry, and then to a car that would get me to the conference. But… as I walked past baggage claim, I realized I’d left my ipad on the plane… In that moment, I had to decide to say good by to it, or go after it. It was now or never.

I stood in line at the check-in, bouncing back and forth like a child that had to pee, hoping to get a pass so I could get through security and sprint to the gate (after one hip surgery, about to have another, this was no small thing). I got the pass, dodged the major construction and crush of people, found the ipad, and then raced back to grab the last seat on the bus…

It was a perfect beginning to a week focused on coordination… Ironic, painful, and wow did I make so many gaffes that week. All in public. Nothing like being tested and failing gloriously…

It taught me to plan. For anything. And to be more flexible. 

On my most recent trip, I left my backpack sitting some random place in the airport – which seems like an impossible thing to do, but I found a way to do it. Only to find myself sprinting once again through crushes of people… it was there. Right where I left it. Unbelievable…

Traveling has this amazing way of condensing to the very essence, all the things I’m working on as a human being… like patience, grace, agility, and adaptability… (and perhaps I’m in training for a marathon that I don’t yet know about…)

It always feels like the very beginning of the larger journey I'm about to embark upon. It's not where I'm going, it's about how I choose to be in the process of getting there...

always in motion,
fia

P.S. 'time zone' is a new story Brian put up on Instagram a couple of days ago. It's not available yet on anything, but if you'd like to see all the other new work he's been doing, click here. Or email me if you'd like to see it on something...

thoughts for the week...

We talk a lot around here about what it means to move towards rather than away from or against. Sometimes that requires a bit of (re)invention. See Fia's take on this (and a link to that miso caramel sauce she mentioned) in her essay this week: (re)inventing yourself...
 
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