Paradise

I am back in Monterey. In case you didn't miss me I have been gone.

I know it is beautiful here. I know this is as close to Paradise as it probably gets. I know the ocean and the sky are the deepest, richest  blue. I know the air is clean and the people are warm and friendly. I know there is culture and activity. Who in her right mind would pick the dry, dirty, old, invisible creature filled dessert, OR what's more, a not even level parking lot to wake up in compared to this gorgeous bluer then blue sea under this lighter, but still very blue, sky?

But, I don't feel any inspiration here. I feel a little closed in on myself, a little shrunken. So much sameness, so much routine. I don't need to look up the closest super market or pet store. I already know where it is. I don't need to wonder how I should position the house van so I can watch the sunset from the beach. I already know because I have already watched uncountable sunsets from that very spot.

I am always happiest when I am taking some kind of chance. Danger, or at least the absence of routine, makes me feel alive.