After successfully completing the Rota Vicentina through southern Portugal, the responsibilities of my particular life story meant a semi-emergency, sleepless 38-hour journey back to the United States. No onward travel to Spain or Morocco as planned. Instead, an absolutely anti-exotic turn of circumstances.
I am left with another satisfying physical accomplishment … with an aftertaste of failure. The fact is that my life is a collage of responsibilities and limitations that I cannot seem to negotiate away.
It is true that I have moved beyond Daily Epics (which are still essential), and now have the ability to take short hops into the outer world. Still, in a previous life I would be racked with despair at this seemingly “limited” situation. But now I have all that wisdom gained through the transformative power of soul-altering amounts of suffering, so I should know to just leverage any circumstance. Right.
So work and other deferred life stuff can now be handled before spring. With unusually decent weather in California, I am tackling more upgrades and maintenance on the Airstream. (It is 66 years old.) No doubt, it is a great time to take the old slug out to the desert, only a long day’s drive away, and search for wildlife and hot springs. Besides, Phoenix and Tucson have international airports that will take me to any landscape I want.
I have to remember that every day of my fractured and beautiful life is an adventure. This is my right now, and I am still knee deep in it. I just get over it and move on. Anything else is a waste of time.