Going slow mo today. Listening to the water trickle along the side of the boat as it slowly makes it way closer and closer the city. There’s something tranquil and peaceful about listening to water edge in and out along the sides of the boat.
The perks of commuting to work and being able to work in the city is the scenery is always changing. I have gotten lost enough times to give already this week that has taught me to take in all with stride. Still, it is part of the adventures…the mishaps, the unexpected. I really am loving this job. Maybe because it is so fresh to me that it still feels exciting and thrilling. On the face of many others can be seen, read, the many years and anxieties the whole commuting and working in the city has done for them. Some look so wearisome, while others just look pissed off. Surrounded by these indifferent, glum and dour faces, I am learning to take it all in stride…to make sure I focus only on the good instead. This morning on the way to work, a younger guy and older gentleman with silvery hair, started to exchange not just looks of frustrations, but heated words. I turned my back to them because I just did not want their bad mood to affect my good Friday. I got lost again in the city, twice. But it was funny. So I laughed. I was going completely opposite to where I was supposed to go…how do you not find comedy in that?