They say that time flies when you are having fun.
I just don’t believe time exists at all in my world anymore. The fun started a long time ago and it’s never going to stop. Although, today I take this moment to stand still in time and observe. Okay, I’m sitting not standing, but I am still except my fingers tapping the keyboard. It is in JFK airport that I sit and wait patiently, ready to embark on another journey across the world.
I am now waiting because I arrived with too much “time” to check in. Fortunately, I was able to check in ahead of time with the Delta App yesterday and get my boarding pass without having to do anything except using my touchscreen smartphone. Thanks, Delta. We arrived at JFK airport after a car ride from the Eastern Shore of Maryland (where I learned how to lose track of time) and 2 bus rides into the city.
They say you should arrive at least 3 hours early for international flights, we did just that. And now with over 2.5 hours to spare we are already sitting at our gate. Why so quick? TSA Pre-Screen gave us the go ahead. No need to remove shoes, laptops, jackets or liquids. We just walked right through security as if we paid for it (we didn’t.) Pretty amazing considering that is the third time it has happened to me in the last three weeks of travel – 7 flights so far.
I wonder how they choose who in the line of hundreds of individuals of all different nationalities is allowed to be “Pre-Screened” without actually doing anything or saying anything? Just a “Hi, please step this way” and they lead us to another line that’s half as long and twice as fast. I stop wondering as soon as we feel the ease. Thanks, TSA.
Now I sit at the gate waiting and watching time pass, being still for the first time in a while, appreciating time for the first time in a while.
Time does really fly.
It’s always in flight, never standing still, just like me, most of the time. As I sit and just watch, I’m reminded of the fast pace world that others live in. The millions of thoughts that are running through the minds of these people from all walks of life, literally. The airport is a great place to people watch, to dream of their lives, their styles of living, and it hits me again.
We are all the same because we are all so different. The only constant in life is Change itself. The ever-shifting world is so apparent in an airport, especially this one. One of the largest in the world, in the most famous city in the world. The faces that pass by seem so intense. Intense in excitement, deep in thought, stressed as they realize the time, many faces with no expressions at all, I know they are in their thoughts, in their time.
Every human with their own story, their own movements, their own plans for their future.
To think, just this morning I was sleeping in a bed, in a hand-built house, with a fireplace blazing and the wind blowing across the Chesapeake Bay just 100 feet outside the bedroom window. The time I have spent growing up here came blasting back as I settled into my parents home for the past 5 days. It’s amazing how memories show up when your mind, body, and soul show up in an old place again together.
Those fields I ran through, that dock I fished from, the blue crabs, the white-tailed deer and wild turkeys, and the gorgeous sunsets, all still there, all still sitting waiting for me to experience again. The only new part of being home is being old enough to enjoy a great locally brewed beer with my parents! But even at the local bar, there is no real “time.”
Very little has changed in this part of the world. The memories that flood my mind, bring with them emotions from experiences so far in my past, yet so close in my heart. I walked this path over 15 years ago… a blast from the past strikes me again.
A road trip from South Florida to the Eastern Shore of Maryland brought me to this moment in time. But my mind is quickly taking me back through more memories. Every year we took that road trip, traveling to and from family vacations visiting relatives and spending summers on the beach with my cousins. This most recent trip came after a week-long extravaganza as a bridesmaid in my cousin, Jessica’s wedding. She was a beautiful bride, but she’s an even more beautiful travel friend!
Just a few days before seeing her in her dress, I spent almost 48 hours flying around the world to get home to create new family memories during this celebration. From Thailand to China to Los Angeles to West Palm…
How did I get here?!
It all started with a flight from LA to Hong Kong to Chiang Mai, Thailand, where Jess and I spent 5 glorious days in the most incredible zen-filled yoga retreat before we galavanted around the city where she lived, Hong Kong, for a few days as we collected her last few gifts for her wedding party… for the wedding in West Palm Beach, Florida! Then I flew back to LA, before catching a flight to WPB, with 5 days to spare before the wedding.
This was all her idea. Yes, the bride thought of this, invited me to China and we created an incredible adventure.
Talk about time flying! I can’t believe I’m still sitting here waiting for my next flight. The pause button is on, it feels so good to just sit here and reminisce!
To think, that time is passed, those experiences are gone, but the memories are just as fresh as the feelings. This is my life. I remind myself this is what I have chosen. To live in adventure, to live in forever, in a constant journey into the unknown, an exploration of all that calls to me in the world. The excitement builds in my bones, that feeling that fuels me to the core.
This is the fuel of forever happiness.
And so, I begin again, every day. To shift into the new, the unknown, the next mystery of life. What is next for me? Milan, Italy. I will arrive tomorrow morning at 8 am. Another validation that time doesn’t just fly, it truly does not truly exist at all. The flight is only 8 hours, yet we leave before 6 pm and arrive at 8 am.
Time zones don’t know what your body feels, what your soul feels, what the sun and the earth feels. We are forever connected to these elements and all the energy of the universe. That’s the beauty of time travel.
I feel that connection every time I’m not sitting still. Once in Italy, the plans are unpredictable, just how I like them. No fears, no worries, just wonder, love, and life. We will rent a car, drive the coasts of another land and experience more of this planet… one moment… at a time.
But remember, time does not exist. It is only here to let us exist in this human reality, within the universe. I choose to exist like this.