Since yesterday afternoon, while sitting outside on a patio having a coffee on Eglinton Street, I've become quite pensive. A million thoughts, none of them complete, circling in my head. Thoughts about the environment, our economy, our financial system, the current topology of big cities, how much I enjoy working outdoors, how much I enjoy the outdoors, my children's future, their children's future, my future, my past, how I got here, where it is I'm going? - and more.
It lead to me starting to think about why I was suddenly thinking all these thoughts? Perhaps a week away from work and a lot of different labour (with a couple games of golf tossed in) that lead to an empty mind into which thoughts could flow? Some of it comes from the first third of a book entitled "Water" and the realization of how poorly we've treated this resource, and the dire consequences that will follow without change. Maybe, but mostly as I recall I decided I needed a break away from everything - away from me mostly - and had vowed at some point to totally enjoy the summer, which I did. It is, over the past two days, however, unarguably now fall.
Oddly, with all these thoughts returns the feeling of restless drive. The feeling I need to be doing something, but no idea what that something is. The answer will come to me, I just need to wait for the clouds to clear. Patience has been one of the hardest lessons for me to learn (have I learned?).
I wouldn't trade in the mostly carefree summer. At least it reminded me that I can be a lot of fun. There's a lesson in everything, if you look. The older one gets, the more often the lessons are reminders...