Updated: Oct 22
As you may recall, in preparing for my upcoming journey, stress and exhaustion had taken me over. I was not feeling anticipation. I had a to-do list to check off, and was feeling grief for multiple reasons. "So, Ami," you might ask, "when did you first feel excited about going on your trip?" Here and now, my friends, I will tell you about when I first felt the ping of excitement...
Warning: word ahead for a woman's body part that rhymes with Dolores
On Monday, Jim drove me to the JFK airport in NYC. On the way, we stopped at Georgio's Coffee Roasters. When I ordered a large mocha latte, I did not realize that "large" meant el grande. No matter, I really liked that mocha latte and swigged that bad boy right down.
Driving, when we first spotted Gate 5 - where Jet Blue lives, the realization (that I was about to fly to Paris) pushed the caffeine (from the very large mocha latte I'd ingested) down through my body, and landed with full impact in my clitoris.
Ima stop right here, just in case you are feeling so surprised by that word or you've got instant recall of a similar personal experience, and need a moment to catch your breath and come back to the present moment.
Ok, while you continue to breathe, Ima tell you a story.
I recently had a conversation with a friend who was feeling frustrated that her husband was not sexually engaging with her. She is older than me, so, I was surprised that a 70-something year-old's libido is feeling such a longing. My libido does not feel a longing. I related to my friend that "when I allow sexual energy to just be - when I don't act on it - it turns into creative energy." The outcome of those experiences have become my creations of legacy... the cool shit I'll leave behind for others to see. I'm happy about this. After relating this to my friend, who liked this perspective, she said "I used to paint. Maybe I'll get out my paints."
When I saw that Jet Blue/Gate 5 sign and that "ping" happened, I thought: "Ah, my adventure begins!"