Morning Times

Time- 7:53 AM
Place- Treme Coffee Shop
Consciousness- Not hungover

Yep, awake early this morning here in New Orleans. In fact, awake before 7 AM. Who knows why, but it feels damn good. Something about the mornings that have always resonated with me. Some people are night owls and thrive during those late hours.. As for me I have always been a person who has the most energy right after the sun gets over the horizon. Good for all those morning shifts in past jobs I suppose. Here in NOLA this is a time during the day when people are still fast asleep after a long night partying down Frenchmen St. or through the Quarter.
Let's be honest though, the real reason I am awake is that I have never been a Friday party person. For some reason it is always the night that I stay in, maybe because I know everyone else will be out? It is the time I reflect on my week-relax and gather energy for the rest of the weekend to come. Today I will again be volunteering at the Hollygrove Market. Here they grow a lot of their own produce, home-deliver boxes, and provide local items to sell for those that walk in. This work has been all that has consisted during my time away from home... which is about a month now. I have been trying to slow down and realize that life is not just about work and making money, that we have to enjoy ourselves every so often and just live. Like I've said before people here are great at just living-being. And with the extra time I have given myself I have read one book, started another, organized itunes, started a podcast, partied, and made the best of friends.
Though while being here I have learned how one can simply fall back into the ways that they know best. For myself I am usually very structured in my days and while this has not been the case consistently here, I have found in myself what I remember back in Los Angeles. That little consistency that will always remain within us. But I want to make some things clear. People told me, you won't find yourself somewhere else if you can't find yourself here and I don't agree with that. Granted a place cannot make you who you are, but the people and the experiences you have will. The psych major in me kept thinking that once I understood myself more and got inside my head that I would have a clearer picture, but I got caught up in trying to find that rather than living. Instead, by living and actually DOING the things I want I will get where I need to go. We all have to stop getting caught up in what we think and just jump in. We lose time thinking about what the consequences will be, we waste time worrying. Let go of the anxiety and the future and live for the moment. Therein lies the passion and the purpose of life.