Something to talk about
The line at the café is getting longer as the bell on the door continues to jingle. I sit at the table talking with a friend thinking about something to talk about. A man and his daughter laughing with the barista as the noise in the background levels off. The ambience here is a very subdued, relaxing environment. The piano music lightly playing above adds a certain “dreams-are-made-here” vibe.
As I sit pondering my next move forward, I’m reminded how much I love the city of New Orleans. The streets are barely driveable, sure, but the history and derelict of the buildings adds to the cool up-and-coming flare that often surrounds a hipster-influenced neighborhood. But there is something very much to love here. I think it comes down to just how old the city feels.
When I made the decision to come back home, for however brief/long it ends up being, I wasn’t exactly sure it was the best choice. However, time has shown that good things have come my way since returning. I managed to get myself financially better. And of course with that, I mean a better job, stable environment, and a cheaper cost of living. Yet, with all those great accomplishments, the one thing I hadn’t thought about was the inevitability of time. Time.
For someone like me, time can be a curse. I sit and ponder too much and always sit with a sense of urgency. FOMO if you will. How can I get out of this circle of nothingness that I keep myself into here. That’s where I sit today as I enjoy my watered down latte. Learning to navigate these feelings and make the right choices are essential for me. Taking my time and realizing the urge to get up and do something can be harmful when not approached carefully.
Anyway. This entry was meant to be all over the place, so if you took it that way, then I succeeded. It is after all, my thoughts. ‘Til next time.
-JP