say it with me now ... i have a dream
road warrior mentality happens when you're obsessive compulsive and you're stuck on the road with a bunch of people you don't really know or have any reason to get to know, for a grueling 72 hours away from the comfort of your sanctuary at home. "hey, have you checked out the bed?" who had TIME or ENERGY to do that? besides ... the pillows always suck. they're either these squooshy floofy things that feel like they're going to smother you in your sleep, or flat things reminiscent of the first time your sister decided to make pancakes from scratch and got creative. and you're searching madly through everything you brought (OKAY i SHOULD have brought the kitchen sink because this one suxxors!) looking for something you really really need RIGHT NOW and suddenly realize you know exactly where it is ... right there, back at home, on the counter with all the OTHER stuff you set down, because you have to pack those last. running to walmart isn't an option because you'll never find a decent replacement for it. and besides, there's no time to do that.
so ... just a short time before i was scheduled to FINALLY leave for home, i found myself alone with a fellow obsessive compulsive and we stood there, exhausted yet amazed at what we managed to pull off amidst the insanity. and suddenly (it must have been the combination of the stress of obsessing, the exhaustion of being compulsive, and a handful of hershey chocolate nuggets) we simultaneously started dreaming outloud about ...
you've guessed it ...
how incredible if we could get our hands on a small bus, you know? like those ones that are about half the size of a regular bus ... we could convert it to a mobile office ... a sanctuary ... visions of an office with lots of counter, white boards, outlets, wifi, laptops and printers, supplies, small meeting table with seating, a stow space for luggage and bins, with a small galley to accomodate a refrigerator, pantry, sink, crockpots, small microwave, okay and maybe a bed or whoa, how about bench seating that can convert to a bed ...
the mind boggles.
and now that i'm home, i sit here and wonder how much it would cost.
so ... just a short time before i was scheduled to FINALLY leave for home, i found myself alone with a fellow obsessive compulsive and we stood there, exhausted yet amazed at what we managed to pull off amidst the insanity. and suddenly (it must have been the combination of the stress of obsessing, the exhaustion of being compulsive, and a handful of hershey chocolate nuggets) we simultaneously started dreaming outloud about ...
you've guessed it ...
how incredible if we could get our hands on a small bus, you know? like those ones that are about half the size of a regular bus ... we could convert it to a mobile office ... a sanctuary ... visions of an office with lots of counter, white boards, outlets, wifi, laptops and printers, supplies, small meeting table with seating, a stow space for luggage and bins, with a small galley to accomodate a refrigerator, pantry, sink, crockpots, small microwave, okay and maybe a bed or whoa, how about bench seating that can convert to a bed ...
the mind boggles.
and now that i'm home, i sit here and wonder how much it would cost.
Buddhist Rant posted at 12:22 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home