On Tap

We had a quiet day yesterday. Drove to Balmorhea. Floated in the big pool. Drove back. Napped. Went to visit friends. There was music. And food. And wine. This morning people are going for a walk. Going for a bike ride. Maybe we’ll sit by another pool. Who knows. The main music starts tomorrow. But for right now, it’s just us and maybe this is just how days should go.

I might take a walk, too. Marathon is a small town and we’re just down the road from the center. Or I could read. I brought some books. Or I could just sit and try to make sense of my life. Of course, that implies there is sense to me made, but you never know, I could discover some great truth. I suspect what I’ll do is realize I should quit trying to figure out why things are happening and understand that you never really know what anyone is thinking.

All I know right now is I think my main goal right is to be a satisfied man, comfortable in my own skin. And this all feels like random thoughts designed to fill a page. But that’s sort of how thinking goes. You bounce around, touch a lot of things, and try to find something you can hang onto. Because sometimes peace comes from confronting the turmoil and understanding that what most people want is to be loved, liked, and appreciated. And how hard is that to do? Really?