I’ve been in San Francisco all week for business. Since I boarded a plane on Tuesday morning at the ass crack of dawn, it’s been nonstop everything – food, buzz, work, walking, coffee (fucking coffee, more on that in a moment) – yet not enough sleep or quality human interaction. Isn’t it funny how those two things always fall by the wayside when it’s go-go-go time?
By the by and by, if you’re looking for the best latte in San Francisco, please stop by Dolce Gelato on Sutter. I’ve had 3 mornings of a nonfat sugar-free caramel latte and it’s possible this cuppa is my next meaningful relationship.
It’s been a week that’s reminded me that I’ve felt as if something’s been missing. But what that missing thing is? Elusive. Couldn’t put a finger on it. Yesterday sorted that out.
Sometimes you meet people who put things into perspective – yesterday was one of those days. The entire day felt different. Full of good meetings, great conversation, laughter, exhaustive speed walking to get from one place to another and while finally sitting down at dinner last night at a cozy wine and tapas bar called District, it hit me.
That is what’s been missing.
It’s my discovery, and I don’t feel it would be right if I told you what it was, but it let me sleep. It let me smile. It let me not say a word (something remarkable as I’m one that fills voids with sound). It left me yearning for a museum trip – and if that doesn’t happen here, I’ll do it in Denver over the weekend. But no – it’s not the museum that was missing.
I go through my life (and perhaps you do as well) looking to label things as best I can. I’m like a human card catalog, wanting to file and sort everything I possibly can. Manageable bits. Morsels. And for all of my sorting, I’m still left on occasion with things that I can’t identify. Like What’s Missing.
I have no idea if anyone else ever feels like this, but this morning, it’s good to know that I’ve got a clue what that missing thing has been. I even woke up in the middle of the night and smiled as I rolled from one side to the other. It skipped through my head and heart like a flat rock across a pond, and while I didn’t care where it landed, the ripples rocked me back to sleep.
Maybe you have your thing. Maybe you’re someone like me who was trying to put a finger on it. Regardless – we spend so much time trying to fill those voids with everything we’re not looking for that it’s not surprising we end up with a pile of shit we don’t need. Maybe the first step is getting away from the pile we’ve built/accumulated. And the next step? To stop looking.
Just some random BS tripping around my brain this morning and I’m sorry it’s been since Monday that I last posted. Traveling is the one thing that throws me for a writing loop and today, we both got lucky. Since writing is my catharsis and I had a much needed ah-ha moment last night, you got a post and I got therapy.
Carry on smartly.