Inspiration.

I woke up feeling very inspired this morning. I think this is partially the result of having a good night’s sleep last night but I think that there was something in the my dreams during the night that contributed to this mood as well. Whatever the reason, I’m not going to complain.

We are in Chicago this weekend and as per the routine I established during our last visit, upon getting up, I readied myself for the day and decided to go out for a walk. Since we are traveling I am in explorer mood. My plan was to first head to the nearest Starbucks and grab myself a small bite to eat and an unsweetened green tea. Not surprisingly, I changed my mind at the last moment and stopped at 7-Eleven, picking up a healthier food choice (I’m impressed with this 7-Eleven’s healthy food choices) and an unsweetened iced tea in a bottle. Yesterday I would have picked up a Coke Zero. I’m not in the mood for chemicals today. I probably should have picked up a bottle of water, but the iced tea is generally in the same health range as the water, though I could probably do without the caffeine.

I am now sitting on the beach near Jamie’s apartment enjoying the sounds of the waves, the surprisingly warm breeze and the abundant sunshine.

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Before getting up this morning I read an article by Mark Manson that had popped up in my Facebook feed.  I had never heard of Mark Manson before this morning, but a quick perusal of his website revealed that he is an author and blogger, a life coach of sorts and, this really caught my eye, a digital nomad. For the last year or so I have been really intrigued with the concept of being a digital nomad. With my keen interest in travel, you can probably guess that I have an interest in the digital nomad lifestyle. Convincing my husband of the same is a different matter.

The Mark Manson article that was shared is entitled “10 Things Most Americans Don’t Know About America”. Judging by the comments that follow the article, it appears to have struck a chord with some with a more Yankee-Doodle-Dandy inclination. I found the article fascinating and Mr. Manson’s viewpoints confirmed some what I already suspected.

In my life experience I have met many people that wouldn’t dare venture outside the “safety” of the American borders. I know some that won’t travel to even Mexico (not Mexico, N.Y.) because they just know that they’re going to be kidnapped, raped and held for ransom. I’ve met others that have traveled all over the world and while doing so, have tried to Americanize the experience as much as possible. 

I can’t wrap my head around this.

As I experience this mid-life celebration, I can’t help but realize that I still want to expand my mind, broaden my horizons and build my experience database. This is where the digital nomad lifestyle comes into play.  I find myself most inspired about life, work and play when my view is changed. This is most likely the case with many, but I think this is fuel that I definitely need to feel “fresh”. Sitting here on the beach in Chicago, writing this blog entry, my head is going at 100 MPH with ideas about future blog entries, solutions for problems that have been bothering me at work and destinations of where I would like to take Earl with our frequent flyer miles. Maybe I just needed a little sun and the sound of the waves. Maybe life in the center of Upstate New York, surrounded by woods and hills, is a little too stagnant. Maybe I need the sound of waves. Maybe I should drive the hour from home to Lake Ontario once in a while.

If we were to travel more and leave the borders of the U.S. in doing so, I certainly wouldn’t want to seek out American experiences. This is the one thing that makes me nervous about going on any sort of structured tour. The late author and humorist Erma Bombeck mentioned this in one of her books years ago, with tour groups you’re with other Americans, “experiencing” the local flavor of country X but from a purely American point of view. There’s no language struggle. Cuisine is arranged. You’re with other Americans.

I’m not sure I want that type of experience. Well, right now I’m not sure I want that. I’ve never experienced the alternative but I want to, at least once.

 

National Coming Out Day.

Today is National Coming Out Day. For your reading pleasure, here is a blog entry I wrote back in 2004 on this very subject. And here is another blog entry I wrote back in 2006.

As I said in one of these entries:

So if you’re gay, peeking around the closet door and wondering what to do today, just take a step out and tell someone, anyone, that you’re gay, even if it means admitting it to yourself by looking at your image in the mirror. You deserve the self-respect and those around deserve the respect of you telling them the truth.

Sacred.

Flipping around the television the other day I noticed a commercial for another reality show about the Amish. I believe it might have been called “Amish Mafia”, but I was so bewildered about the prospect of a reality show about the Amish being on American television I might have missed the title.

I’m trying to figure out why the sudden interest in the Amish as a source of entertainment. I’ve heard of other shows in the past: “Amish In The City”, “Breaking Amish” and my thoughts were along the same lines then, but I believe those shows were shown a few years ago. What have the Amish possibly done to warrant this sort of attention?

I have mentioned on several occasions that we have a good sized Amish population in our general area. When I go to the office I will always pass at least three buggies on the roads along my commute; they’re usually loaded with a milk pail or two and headed to a farm. Several times I have seen barefooted Amish children walking to one of the several one-room school houses in the area. I have noticed that they put their chairs upside down on their desks at the end of the workday. 

On a few occasions I have stopped at an Amish stand and picked up a pie or canned pickles or something homemade like. I have always found the folks working these stands as pleasant, not overly demonstrative and seemingly content. I get the impression that they find enjoyment in their work, their chosen path and their life.

Why would the general American populace want to see the Amish in some sort of detrimental reality series? Is there some sort of sexiness in the thought of “corrupting” the Amish to live a more “normal” lifestyle? Does the American viewing public just enjoy seeing bad examples of any given society bring rebellious against their ways? Do we feel “less than” so therefore we must highlight others that are “less than”?

A few years ago a local woman was concerned about the quality of education that the Amish children were receiving in their one-room schoolhouses and was prompting the local school district to forcibly remove the children from their schoolhouse and integrate the children into “normal” society. “What kind of life is that?”, she asked.

Why the heck is it any of her business, anyways?

I know a lot of people don’t understand why the Amish are on the path they’re on and therefore go into a mindset of distrust since the live so differently than the “normal” American, but I have to admit that I have nothing but respect for them. There’s something to be said for being true to yourself and if necessary, going against the grain. I don’t know why they need to be sensationalized or turned into a zoo-like attraction.

I guess we just can’t do the whole “live and let live” thing.

Now, I know that the Amish participants of these ridiculous television shows are being paid and aren’t being forced to be a part of these shows against their will. Maybe they’ve left the Amish lifestyle and are just hamming it up to make money for themselves. That could very well be, but I really can’t figure out what perpetuates these television shows and movies. What is the attraction that builds ratings? We all know that a television studio isn’t going to do something unless they’re bathed in money.

Like most television today, I’m going to just ignore the existence of these idiotic shows and find something better to do with my time1. But I can’t help but wonder what is fueling these things.

1 I must admit that I watched “The X-Factor” last night and was tweeting quite a bit about the experience. I am thoroughly ashamed of the time wasted with this exercise last night.

Experience.

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So last weekend was my first of four weekends of travel and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. We did a lot of circling of the Atlanta airport before finally landing, and while people around me were getting a little worked up about the delay, I found myself enjoying the ride and the experience. I’m odd like that. A passenger in the row behind me was particularly chatty and we discussed the best ways to maximize accumulated miles. It was convenient that I was in an exit row and he was able to talk around the seat without having to shout. Shouting on an airplane is so rude.

Earl came home last night and was posed with a question, “Would you mind if I went to Dublin for the weekend?”. Now, I wasn’t talking about this weekend, because that would just be silly, after all, we’re headed to Chicago to visit Jamie and celebrate our wedding anniversary and why would I want to go to Dublin when we already have plans in place?

Before me sat my MacBook Pro and a pile of airline loyalty cards. I had spent some time checking and cross-checking accumulated miles. I was surprised to learn that Earl and I have a whole slew of available miles on United. This is awesome, hence the question about Dublin. Naturally I would want to take Earl along as well, unless it was one of those weekends when he was already out of town for work or whatever. But I don’t know that I could go to Dublin without him. I wouldn’t enjoy it nearly as much, what with him being the love of my life and all.

So the question about Dublin and the realization that we have United miles and then the further realization that I am really close to my first medallion level opportunity on Delta made me realize that I must fly. More. Must fly more. While we enjoyed our Jeep tour back in August, we are starting to get to the point where we want to fly somewhere, rent a nifty vehicle and then explore from that point, rather than driving all the way across the Empire State, through a bit of Pennsylvania and then across Ohio before we can start exploring.

Oh my god we have such first world problems.

I told Earl that I am unconventional. He wasn’t surprised by this at all. The fact of the matter is, at age 45 some men have some sort of midlife crisis and start doing whacky things: they dye their hair or beard an uncomfortable color, they buy a convertible and whiz around trying to be young or they have an affair and then things get really messy. Well, I have nothing to dye, a convertible in Upstate New York isn’t worth the car payment, I’m not really young and honestly I am quite comfortable with my age and quite frankly, I am well beyond the contentment threshold (I am blissfully happy!) to be considering an affair. In lieu of some midlife crisis I am actively enjoying a midlife experience: loving my age, coming out of my shell and not being too shy to go out and experience life. And I want to travel. A lot.

Like fellow blogger Dave at Blogography, my focus is now to get airline miles in any way possible. Buying an iced tea at Dunkin’ Donuts? Use the card that gets points. Buying groceries? Use the card that gets points. Flying for work? Make sure they know your number. Don’t know what to buy me for a holiday or birthday gift? Buy me airline miles.

Life is too short to sit home and watch television shows about what’s going on in the world. I need to get out and experience it.

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Chicago and Tampa (for family) and San Diego (for work) are currently on the agenda. Who knows where to next!

Morning View.

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There was something about the lighting or angle of my view when I awoke this morning that told me this was going to be a good day.

Peak.

So as I type we are under a tornado watch for the next six hours. Mother Nature has decided to pass a strong cold front through the area today and at the very least we should get some severe thunderstorms and other fun windy conditions.

I figured this morning would be the last chance I would have this year to grab a photo or two of the beautiful colors in the backyard this year. This week is “peak week” in these parts and I have to say, Mother Nature has done some wonderful work with her paintbrush this year.

Feel free to click on the photos to make them bigger.

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ATL-part deux.

I don’t know why I put the title of this blog post in French. I don’t believe I am near anyone speaking French, we are nowhere near a French speaking area of the world and I am not headed towards New Orleans. Perhaps it’s because AirFrance is a partnered airline of this flight home.

I am sitting at ATL (Atlanta) gate A02 awaiting the boarding call for Delta flight 793 to Syracuse. This is my last flight of the evening. It was suppose to leave 30 minutes ago but it has been delayed until 56 minutes from now. It’s raining and very windy at the moment. This doesn’t bother me. I know we won’t fly if conditions are not safe. That’s not the way the FAA rolls, even when the government is shut down.

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I am trying to look like a serious passenger in this photo, but I’m not really that serious. I’m serious about flying, because I love it, and delays and bad weather don’t really bother me. I have never been on a flight that scared me out of my wits, and if I a 1940 Piper J-5A can land safely after the engine seized before turning final, I’m sure that we can get an MD-80 where it needs to go.

I just don’t worry about these things.

As mentioned in my previous post, I just enjoyed a quick dinner at the PF Chang’s here in Terminal A. I’m kind of like Raj on “Big Bang Theory”, after a beer or two I’ll start talking. I had a nice conversation with an older gentleman named Stuart and his wife (I didn’t get her name). They were on their way to Cincinnati from Rome, Italy. The wife was cranky due to the 10 hour flight they had just endured, Stuart used the word cranky, but he was in liquidy good spirits and didn’t mind talking to the bald man that was flying solo. It turns out that he used to go to Colgate University a lot and used to fly a Cessna 150 in and out of Hamilton Airport. My Dad and I flew in an out of Hamilton Airport in that aforementioned 1940 Piper J-5A. Maybe we crossed paths with Stuart sometime before. My grandfather would have described him as a friendly sort. He asked if I had my private pilots’ license like my dad had. I told him, “not yet”, but that I wanted to. When he asked how old I was and I told him that I was 45, he told me that I had plenty of time, but not to wait too long.

These are the kind of things that excite me about travel. I feel bad for folks that don’t venture out of their comfort zone. Life is so interesting outside of the comfort zone and in the right circumstances, it’s not all that uncomfortable.

A woman just commented to me that I am an incredibly talented typist. I guess I am.

The MD-80 headed for home is awaiting a pilot. We should be leaving on time, provided that the pilot arrives from his current route from Gulfport on time. He just has to do a safety check. Piece of cake.

I am finding non-home-cooked food to be quite salty lately. Usually I enjoy a salty flair to food, but the food I’ve had whilst eating out the last couple of experiences have tasted very salty to me. Maybe at age 45 I’ve reached my salt quota early. Perhaps I should look into other seasoning options. 

I’m watching planes take off from my vantage point, and they quickly disappear into the clouds after take-off. I think we might have a bumpy spell after take-off, but I know that all involved will strive to find an altitude that gives a comfortable ride. That’s what the airlines do these days. That’s why it’s a breeze to fly.

I have asked myself every day for the past couple of months that if today was my last day on Earth, would this last day be a good day for me. And like every other day that I have asked myself this question, my answer would be an undeniable “yes”. If you’re not happy, you’re not living, you’re enduring.

And quite frankly, I’d rather live my life instead of just enduring it.

ATL.

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Though I miss my husband, I freakin’ love traveling. I’m currently in Atlanta waiting for my delayed flight. The weather here is windy and rainy. They turned the airport when we were landing and we almost had to go to Augusta, but we finally landed.

I’m watching planes take off from my vantage point at PF Chang’s in terminal A. I’m content and enjoying myself.

My life is awesome.

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