Purpose

McDonalds

Food.. Sundae (J-man ate most of it, thankfully, as I'm not supposed to have sugar)

Shelter.. Cushy chairs and I just heard a Better Than Ezra song!

Wifi.. Chicka chicka yeah, and a multitude of wall plugs for charging 

An evening of napping, sketching, chatting, and then a walk with J-man to Aldi for some groceries. As we sit here in McDonalds and chat between spurts of individual Internet divulgence I feel a sense of calmness and comfort that's evaded me for the past few days. 

I've been shook up. My thoughts ungrounded, disconnected from all sorts of self contemplation and understanding. Does this make any sense? I dipped down low and got a bit lost, but thankfully found a new way out. Inspiration, happiness, life is what you make it. Communication, love, art in everything. Letting go of who you think you are and letting yourself be who you are. 

Because a caterpillar can't stay a caterpillar forever, as J-man so patiently told me the other night. And feel all emotions fully, whatever they may be, no suppression. 

Signing off from Deerfield Beach McDonalds

Life in a Tent

Food.. not provided by the tent, must go out and forage, in the wild grocery stores and such Shelter.. 5 person Alpine Horizon tent tall enough to stand in at 6ft 2in. with a rainfly that has only let in a bit of water droppage with the incessant rain. Wifi.. nope. not by the trees. But I've found wife at Publix, Super Target, McDonalds, and Walmart thus far. As for right now, I'm at the Broward County Public Library. For the past 6 days now, J-man and I are awoken at 6am by my alarm. I then snooze maybe once for 9 minutes, get up, use the port-a-potty, and then light the lantern to fix breakfast. We've usually gone out the night before for 2 greek yogurts and we've got a Ziplock moisture seal tub for our food items. I can usually coax him out of the covers with a reluctant bite of food and by that time I start the espresso on our Sterno stove/grill/type/thing. By 6:55 we are on our way to the morning meeting in the field with the rest of site crew; once adjourned I take any papers and his tea cup, now void of all but coffee dregs, and I walk home with the rising sun. I've spent this past week organizing, lying down rugs, hanging wind chimes, and other things of that sort. I've been dazedly spending my days at various shops, and losing lots of time along the way to mindlessness, and not to mention money. Have I been filling my now empty days with shopping? It wouldn't be the first time.. Except now I'm not working to recompense my wallet, not yet at least. I've got old habits creeping around this new lifestyle and they don't mix well. Where is my mind? J-man is noticing and he is worried and I haven't let on yet, but as of right now, I'm worried too. What am I to do with myself?