Headed back to my hotel. Deep sadness . . . from what?
All is well. I just left someone who I love deeply and will see again tomorrow morning.
I turned again to the usual solution: ice cream and takeout food. Aware and debating in my head as I turn into the parking lot for ice cream. I know what’s happening and I know the superficial why. I get an ice cream cone anyway.
Now I’m in my hotel room, and it’s far to early to go to bed.
Television is . . . it was worse than I expected.
The next usual distraction: work. No, leave email and all that alone. I think that’s a root cause of the sadness.
Growth via instructive video on my iPad? Maybe.
Sit on the couch in my room and do nothing, deliberately, except sit and listen to my tinnitus? Whoa. That’s a scary thought.
Let’s clean up the Taco Bell trash and try doing nothing.