Habits are our prison.
And good intentions are our drugs to deal with the pain.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda.
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Are good intentions really our prison walls?
Tag: 2013
How coming to terms with the passing of time sets us free
How coming to terms with the passing of time sets us free. Catching the 4:20am airport shuttle made for a very early start, which created a perfect nap opportunity on the plane.
In random moments truth can be revealed to us.
A parent’s nose pressed gently against the still wet hair of their almost teenager.
That clean hair smell.
A smell only enjoyed from close contact.
It may have happened for the very last time yesterday.
The choice is to be sad, or rejoice in that final opportunity – to be conscious of it…
And eternally grateful for it… and the countless others that had come before.
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Final look and maybe the last ever?
Top photo is the first one from yesterday – our final vacation day in Seattle.
Bottom, the final Space Needle photo – a reflection off the EMP Museum.
Love being mindful that each time we do something – special or ordinary – it might be our last chance.
Ever.
Have found, through repetition (aka practice) that thinking this way as a habit doesn’t require extra effort once it becomes a habit.
Weird.
True.
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The value of one good day
Early breakfast at Brella’s (short for umbrella) in hotel.
Walk one block to Space Needle – up to observation deck 530 feet up (Needle is 605 feet).
Return to ground level, walk 100 meters to Ride a Duck.
Rode the Duck for 90 minutes.
Walk 50 meters, take monorail to downtown Seattle.
Lunch at Pike Place Market.
Tour Pike Place Market.
See first ever Starbucks.
Take break at a different Starbucks.
Tour Seattle Aquarium.
Enjoy Argosy Cruise tour through harbor.
Dinner at The Crab Pot.
Monorail back to Space Needle.
Up to observation deck again for sunset.
Down again, ice cream, return to hotel.
One good day.
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An early start and a late start are part of the landscape
An early start and a late start are part of the landscape. The end of yesterday found us at the foot of Seattle’s Space Needle.
The final thing we did last night was scout out where today will begin.
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