Just such a thursday made itself known the other day, when the hubs and kids had plans that would keep them out until after 5. I'd had a busy morning, up early and out. i had a chiro appt at noon, but after that---nothing. Of course i could go back home, have an egg on toast, fold two loads of laundry, move dirty and clean dishes around. think about mopping. or i could go into Houston and see the museum.
These crossroad decisions for my day -- these moments where i make the choice, to zig or to jag or to clean. These moments of pure freedom when i am left to wholly and completely choose the path of my day, i get a glimpse of my unfettered self. (and let me interject, that i very often choose "to clean.") but this day, I left the yoga pants and put on a pair of jeans, checked the gas gauge and hit the freeway. The Zone be damned, we were going into Houston.
Once in the museum district, i found an easy parking spot at the church lot across from MFA. For like 25 seconds, i sat in my car and questioned this move. The museum by yourself in the middle of the day? will that look weird? also, i didn't tell husband i was going into houston. should i? these thoughts flashed through my consciousness like an imperceptible lighting flash. they were there, they were gone. i snapped a quick pic of the painted VW van in the parking lot and turned off my phone.
Walking into the lobby at MFA was like becoming a kid again,with that field-trip sense of excitement for what's to come, the anticipation of a slow, thoughtful day with nothing to do, but look and think.