What Do I Want

Every day can’t a shoot myself up with joy day; some days you just have to stay home and clean the house. You can’t imagine how glad I am that today isn’t one of those days. The gym calls with promises of endorphin release.

Yesterday began with a new battery. My mechanic got it in, and out in a flash leaving me at loose ends early. I thought about going home to do that house cleaning. A trip to San Juan of less than a hundred miles to go to the Museum Las Americas became an all day adventure equipped with a hearty breakfast like I only have on blue moons.

In fact the trip lasted all day; I arrived late at the museum, so only toured the courtyard. Visitors to Puerto Rico must check this out. Buildings that give a glimpse of the past resonant with me, so standing in the courtyard center of vibrations, I tingled. Since I blew the tour time, I’ll return. Smile.

A walk along the ocean at sunset does wonderful things. Beyond my search for peace and learning how to live without my love hovers the question, “What do I want?”

Face it; we don’t have forever, so making each day count has become personal. What do I want?

If I’m planning something very cool, will my drudge days be better? Okay, what do I want?

That’s something to think about; huh?