In the last two weeks, there have been moments of enlightenment through physical pain. [I can't recall whether or not this was one of the limbs of yoga, but let's review together that "spa" does not always mean the wave-crashing, peaceful moments that we sometimes envision. These professionals are strong and highly trained. They. Can. Hurt. You. (in the name of recovery)] But I'm digressing.
Today, she had Mark Knopfler playing in the background. The song was from The Princess Bride soundtrack and it started a great conversation about movies, books, and concerts. (It was also fun for me to reminisce about having seen Mr. Knopfler on stage in Helsinki.) Despite my being a dozen years older, we had quite a bit in common (vintage cookbooks!) and before I ever mentioned my current break from a normal schedule, she told me about her nine month sabbatical. She spent three months in San Francisco, sold her broken car in Knoxville for parts to get out there, and bought a used truck to drive back (coast to coast). She had a stretch as an airline flight attendant (recommended if you don't like your family at the holidays) as well as several odd and sundry stints of short term employment before she "found" herself. She said she wouldn't have traded it for anything else. She hasn't owned a computer in years and loves to read. She spoke about her focus to live in the moment and encouraged me to read Beautiful Uncertainty by Mandy Hale.
So on a day where I wondered if this really was one of the craziest things I've ever done, I got a bit of encouragement from an unexpected spring.
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