So, as millions flocked to Indianapolis for the big race, I decided to flee, to take a break to one of my favorite places – Scottsdale, Ariz. There is something about the desert that brings me peace, and it has nothing to do with luxorious spas, at least not for me. On this trip, an added bonus was that I watched the race live and up close in the comfort of my own room enjoying a morning latte. I was routing for TK and was grateful to see him drink the milk – finally.
I was also grateful to get a break from the chaotic pace of life. Of course, a book was in order and I intentionally chose, “Do nothing to change your life. Discovering what happens when you stop.” Stop. Me? This seemed like a perfect choice. And, in between dips in the pool to tolerate the 100-plus degree scorching, it did not disappoint as the words began to jump off the page.
“I am much too busy, and I have allowed busyness to invade my life,” the pages screamed. “So much that it gets harder and harder to be in touch with that other part of me… But, when I do get back in touch, wonderful things happen. Not only do I become more of myself – and that is joy enough – but from myself there comes fruitfulness.”
Fruitfulness, I pondered. Not to be confused with fruitiness care of the melting strawberry smoothie I was sipping while getting distracted doing nothing. But, of course, I wasn’t doing nothing. I was writing and soon found myself studying this little book until the deep concentration was interupted by my phone. I later smiled as I read.
“All the gizmos and gadgets that were supposed to have saved us time have only succeeded in raising expectations about how quickly people should respond and about how much more they should pack into each day.”
And, that was only chapter one! Dan Brown has got nothin’ on doing nothing, especially in the desert of Arizona.
And my wandering continues “back home again in Indiana…”