As a single dad and someone who works full time, things can get extremely hectic in life. I thought I’d write a short post that’s a bit more organic and about how my weekend felt like this morning.
I sometimes hate the rain. I sometimes hate the sound of it, the heavy gloom that it brings and the fact that I won’t get a chance to go hiking or running without getting drenched. I sometimes complain and bitch about how it sucks that it rains for about 30% of the year in Vancouver, BC but this morning I felt very differently about it.
I got up at around 8:30 am and while my teenage son was still asleep, I decided to go for a short walk in the rain to the nearby coffee shop.
Some lovely memories popped up in my head as I went for that stroll. I started thinking about Oregon for some reason. I’m in love with that state maybe because I have so many great memories there. I’ve taken roadtrips there, camped in yurts, camped in cabins, stayed at the McMenamins Kennedy school/hotel in Portland (check it out! It’s really cool…it was a school that’s converted to a themed hotel), watched a live NBA basketball game, drove endlessly along the scenic and gorgeous coast nestled by towering trees, surfed, sandboarded, shopped tax-free, rode dune buggies on the beach, drove to the California state border, dined at food trucks and so many great eateries and the list is endless!
As I walked in the morning rain towards the coffee shop, I started having these beautiful memories of Cannon Beach and the great little towns along the coast (Seaside, Manzanita, Florence, Newport to name a few) each unique from one and other. I remembered this little coffee shop that had the absolute best blue cheese, bacon and chive scones and the little local book shops and grocery stores where I remembered spending endless afternoons browsing through. I remembered wandering through local gift shops and just admiring the simplicity of the smaller towns. It was a wonderful and zenful moment to myself when I brought myself back to a place of peace. As I stood in line this morning listening to the lazy background music typical of coffee shops, my mind smiled and just transcended and melted into all those wonderful times. I walked out with my coffee in hand, strolled into the rain, listened to the sounds of the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops along the sidewalk and with a smile on my face.
I think I’d like to spend a weekend on my own back in Oregon sometime soon – it’d be sort of a homecoming for me to go back to a place of pure happiness and love.
My life is undoubtedly hectic with work, travel, looking after my son and taking care of myself and my home on a regular basis. Finding that little tiny time slot in the day for myself where I can feel “in the zone” can be rare but I love it when that happens. As I’m typing this out, I’m turning to look out my window and notice that the sun is literally shining.
Have a great weekend!