The posts I never write

April 17-18, 2024, Wednesday/Thursday morning, 2:25am, pacific standard time, hotel in Chandler, Arizona,USA. I am aware of the posts I never write. The thoughts, memories, observances and experiences I fail to capture. Yesterday was the two year anniversary of a cherished vacation. I thought about reminiscing but didn’t. Later, a colleague at work threw out a comment about leaving the stress of her job behind and becoming a florist. I wanted to write about my own release valve from stress, going back to being a Chaplain, but I just couldn’t find the time. Finally, I thought of an analogy about my past Arizona experience being like a favorite book I return to read time and again but the thought was quickly dismissed. I am emotionally exhausted from nostalgia overload. Right now it is early Thursday morning. I am going to get up soon, go for a walk, exercise at the hotel gym, then get on the road back to California. I don’t know when I will return to Arizona. This has been a good trip. My work meetings went well, I saw old friends and visited the landmarks I wanted to see. Now it is time to say goodbye one more time and return to the life waiting for me back home.