I took a four mile walk this morning.
I went to so many places and yet I stayed put.
I rehashed an argument I had with my wife two years ago and finally cleared the air with imaginary Yvonne who saw everything my way.
I went to Florence. I went to New York. I went to Paris.
Yes, I went to Spain – all of it.
I felt my heart beat and the beads of sweat that ran down my temples and my back. I felt alive.
I established a business unit at my job to help bring Cuba into the 21st century. I waved my American flag and sang God Bless America.
I thought about having cocktails and dinner with friends tonight. What to drink? What to eat?
I thought about tomorrow morning and how many miles I’d walk then.
I thought about my family, my cousins abroad and the ones who live near.
I promised to judge less and understand the judgements of other more.
I thought about a Philly Cheese Steak and Lasagna and Mashed Potatoes and Picadillo with platanos maduros.
I attended a Gloria Estefan concert.
It’s only 7:00 in the morning and look how much I’ve done and how far I’ve gone.
Today is limitless in its potential and yet all I can think about is…
What to eat? What to eat?