Uniform, A Long Way to Unknown Destinations
Last night there were spotty thunderstorms in my area, luckily I avoided a direct hit. I was able to complete this week’s grass maintenance, spending a little less than two hours on the mower. I again utilized my headphones, both listening to music and a podcast to help pass the time in the seat. At the end I drove out to the backyard to snap a picture of yet another scenic sunset, a natural Florida resource that I have been spending more time appreciating recently. After I put the tractor away and surveyed the now uniform looking grass I gave myself a a little mental “job well done”.
My weekend, despite my efforts to hack out large chunks of time requirements from yard work, still is feeling like it is going to be busy. Mid-afternoon Saturday I am again meeting up with Gladys’s sister Monique to do something I never did before, a psychic reading. This is something I have always had mixed feeling about. However I have been making efforts to be open to different types of experiences so I thought this could be interesting. If I was told something for example about my mom that there is no way this person could know otherwise it would be a little bit of a foundation shaking experience. I recall being told by my great aunt, who WAS definitely into reincarnation and things of that nature that when I was a young child I used to walk around talking about a prior life I had. I have no recollection of this but that information always stuck with me. Monique also told me how she went to Rural King once and really liked it, which I found funny so we will head there afterwards and grab dinner somewhere as well. It should be a different sort of fun.
On Sunday as long as the weather forecast looks ok, a channel subscriber will be coming down to ride with me mid-day Sunday. I also have some 3D printer repairs to complete along with finding time to do a professional-ish review of the new hoverboard.
Last night I was talking with Gladys about her history, specifically how she wound up coming to the US from Honduras which is a pretty amazing story. The path she has gone from a childhood of struggle living in a third world country to where she is now, living along the ocean on a tropical island is nothing short of incredible. Listening to her story got me thinking about my own path which has had it’s own share of crazy twists and turns albeit without the additional challenge of living in a less developed country.
My ideas of what laid ahead of me at different points of my life sometimes felt crystal clear, other times it was a fuzzy outline, at best. However the one constant thing was the path I traveled never has gone as I expected, ever. Now, after all of this time has passed, I am trying to focus on more of the journey instead of a destination. There have been many lessons learned along the way. Failure, ironically, is one of the most effective teachers there is. I hope the learning never stops.