mangosteen | Hand on the Jog Dial

So here I sit, in the lower level of a Starbucks Coffee in Cambridge, UK.

I've studied for class,
I've answered work email,
I've started writing the trip report,
I've offloaded the photos and started post-production,
and I'm feeling remarkably ready to get back home to Boston and normal life.

But ya know? I'll tell ya. It's really nice to feel the urge to be productive again. I lost it for a while. I was letting things slide, letting life move forward a little too fast, and moving from node to node as one does when one's entire life is planned, leaving no room for life.

So,
I got out,
and I slowed down,
and I saw friends,
and I took pictures,
and I did a lot of nothing,
but not just normal nothing,
we're talking some high-quality, organic, free-range, cruelty-free nothing,
the kind of nothing that requires you to actually fill it with something real,
and not just kinda wait it out in a haze of guitar hero and twizzlers.

Fast Forward was getting old.
Rewind is impossible.
Pause was vital.
Time to Play.