I have a Glamorous Vagabond Mind. I lost my mind in Cancun several years ago. I left my mind on the plane. When it was time to come home, I left on a different plane. It writes me postcards every now and then.
It walks the non-touristy sections of NYC.
It hikes through the Outback.
It is a guest in the homes of the rich and famous.
It rides the rapids in the Grand Canyon.
It sips coffee in Parisian Cafes.
It parties in Ibiza.
It swims in every ocean.
The truth is my mind ran away. It keeps running, searching for a place of comfort, searching to fit in somewhere. My mind wants to slow down. My mind wants to be found.
I wrote a postcard to my mind. I told my mind that’s it OK to enjoy relaxing on the couch in the middle of suburbia with a husband, kids, mom friends, crockpots, and sweats. Glamorous Vagabond Minds are not always happy, which is why they wander from one adventure to the next. I think I may find my once very lost mind very soon.