Ok, wasn’t it just this past week I said if a friend in Istanbul invited me to dinner tomorrow, I would reply, “what time is the plane picking me up?”
Well…
I have a blue surfer sweatshirt of my faux little brother which I haven’t worn for about a year. On Monday afternoon I put it on, later that evening, he called after we hadn’t spoke for awhile. That’s interesting in itself. It happens with some of the online products I sell too. If I meander around the inventory and pick something up, it inevitably sells within the day and often in multiple quantities. And, I’m not even doing any conscious thinking over it to sell.
He had literally just booked a trip to Thailand leaving in a week for three and a half weeks. Landing in Bagkok and being picked up by the Peninsula’s limo or Bentley or whatever kind of car they have and then winging it from there – did I want to join him?
Aaaarghhhhhh…..though my cash isn’t back to being totally healthy yet, that’s a non issue, I would find a way financially. The big detour is my online business. This time of the year is rocking and sales are flowing in non-stop. It’s a beautiful thing to see this thing I created a year ago out of the blue really taking off. My bottom line even amazes me and I am so proud. So, I don’t feel the time is right to get on a plane next week. Therefore, I am such a liar! Isn’t that like some stupid grown up excuse to use? I don’t want to be that kind of person – ever – ick!
I am going to try and work it to leave Christmas Day however. My only invitation for that day is to spend it with my mom’s cousin’s family. Though grateful for the invite, I wouldn’t mind being home by myself anyway versus making small talk with distant relatives. So, skipping that for an Asian jaunt may work. Initial research into airfares from JFK are super super high though. I wonder what’s up with that?
Vagabond – the word my mother has called me since a teenager due to my traveling here and there and not staying put in one place. If I do go, those will be the first words out of her mouth. But, if I don’t go, I just might be a liar…
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What’s a faux brother you may ask? A guy I’ve known since we were really little in Connecticut. We basically grew up together. Our families did everything together. After being a private chef on yachts in the South of France, he came to live with me in San Francisco and went on to be a darling chef/restaurant owner in the city admired by many. He claims to not be down with my spiritual pursuits though gets on board with them a couple years after I introduce them. Nothing physical ever happened and the brother/sister energy is definitely flowing. Once on a plane to Vegas, I was telling him about some new spiritual thing I had just learned. His reply, “if you don’t shut the fuck up about that kind of shit, I’m going to punch you in the mouth.” Yeah, ok…and now he’s into doing crazy hippie yoga to drum beats. Hello, I didn’t even do that in my L.A. yoga days…
Tags: Peninsula Bangkok, yoga