Go Crazy Red

I had a conversation a few months back with a complete stranger while strolling through the salt water pool on a day I just needed to be. How the conversation began, I couldn't tell you. Why we connected, that's another blog, another Saturday night.

As I strolled, peacefully hazed from the sauna her words came to mind. "You're on old soul.", she called me within moments of our first impression. Lately, I find myself fascinated with old minds, solitude calmness and spending hours escaping the indoors. I've turned into that one guy who lived in the forest alone for years, maybe even decades.


The best way to put it to words, peace. Truly surreal overwhelming sensation, far from where those daily faces would perceive me to be.


It hit me this morning, not like a ton of bricks, but a lightening, literally. I love my job. I love where I live. I'm happy every damn day. The brick comes late at night, always in my dreams.

I want to love and be loved.

Exhale, Nat. Yes, I know I am loved and I do love, but not that earth shattering passionately mad crazy love. I want crazy.

I've been Californicated. Shit.
 
Well, I'm not a cat lover. So, I must be sane still.