December 30, 2020
Left to my own devices, I’m on a bus, plane, train, boat, or road trip of sorts every couple of weeks.
I remember planning my 2020. Lol. I took the job at Panera last January not to eventually fund my artistic dreams (which is happening now, surreally enough) but to fund traveling… everywhere. Anywhere. Seeing everyone.
And now my big NYE plans are driving 20 minutes to play Bananagrams with the family and I’m so here for it. While I know the traveler within remains very much alive and well and will be rip-roaring ready to go when her day arrives… I gotta let something be said for being still. Experiencing every season again. Seeing Pittsburgh from some new angles, family and hometown friends and myself in freeing, more mature light. Giving my eyes time to adjust to all the rich complexities and hope waiting to be seen right here.
Excavating instead of traveling, if you will.
There is loss and ache in my backpack, surely, but that can’t stop me from noticing, and deeply loving, this remarkable view right here. And I have 2020–not my own devices–to thank for that.
“Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand.” Proverbs 19:21