The New Year has come and gone and we’re already a month in to 2009. Looking back I wonder where the month went. Unlike my co-workers, who love the idea of going some place warm and toasty, I dream of snowscapes. Winter then, being my favorite season, has the unfortunate effect of flying by. I’ve thankfully squeezed in some plans to go skiing in the near future, as we’ve only got a month of good ski season left.
But lately I’ve gotten that restless feeling again. I have a good number of my ducks in a row at the moment, but there’s…well something, and I can’t seem to pinpoint what. I suspect that part of it is related to the fact that I’d like to travel, to shed my current arrangements and just set out. Unfortunately in practice, this process takes time, planning, and of course money. It’s just that when I think about it, I’m constantly haunted by a Henry David Thoreau quote:
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.
And at times that’s how I feel. Despite having an awesome job topped off with fun freelance work that’s allowing me to once again get back on my fitness track with a gym membership and paying off my debts in short order, at times I feel..well trapped. Perhaps it’s the attachment to the status quo that bothers me, or that I know where I want to go but I’m still slogging down my path to get there. Whatever the case, the only way to go is forward.