I miss . . .

. . . the theater. We were going almost every Friday, now I can't even remember the last performance we saw. (Something at Shreveport Little Theatre?)

We watched the Disney+ performance of Hamilton this weekend and were all blown away. The performances were great, but I was particularly caught up in the brilliance of the story weaving around itself, evolving thematically. I'd been wanting to plan a trip to New York, now that want's been moved up to intent, with a live performance of Hamilton as the center piece.

. . . the coffee shop. I'm desperate for a good cup of espresso and a brainstorming session. To sit in Silver Grizzly with an almost narcotic cold brew, watching people move through their individual coffee shop performances, synchronizing my own, planning in a frozen moment the set of next steps into some aspect of my future.

. . . the museum. Five years ago my relationship with art wasn't even aspirational, now there are days I know I'd be thinking and breathing so much better if I could stand quietly in the Longview Museum of Fine Arts surrounded, submerged in color and shape and story.

. . . travel. Trips with my wife to see concerts, visit museums, and be awed by nature. Personal workations to unwind my thinking about projects and processes. Trips overseas with family expanding our sense of wonder. Arkansas and Austin. Iceland and Ireland. I've finally gotten to a healthly place of acknowledging and dealing with the wanderlust that's been a drive most of my life, but now I'm getting a bit bound up again. Luckily with it being Spring and Summer, the orchard is providing a surprisingly joyful stand-in when I need to untie internal knots.

. . . the gym. I tried for the first few weeks of lockdown to create some kind of training regimen at the office with what was on hand, but that dropped off even before I had to move to my home office. All my 'gains' are going back to my waist, and it's a bit crushing.