“Good Morning Baltimore” I sang in my head as I exited the plane Thursday morning. Upon my arrival, I ran through the airport and anxiously awaited the trip to come. The time was finally here: Ironman Maryland 2017! After more than six months of training, my dad’s day was quickly approaching.
So many expectations surrounded the trip. Was he going to finish? Was he going to be safe? Was he going to meet his expectations? But in the midst of all his excitement, I found a moment to unleash the inner artist inside of me.
My artist date took place on Main Street in Cambridge, Maryland. It was a warm fall morning when I took a walk around the main plaza. I started the date with an attempt to stop at Dunkin’ Donuts grab a cup of coffee and a fresh glazed donut. However, my inner spontaneity took this date another direction. As I was walking, I smelt the deliciousness of what my nose thought was hot beignets. I immediately turned around and followed the scent like a dog to a bone. I was led to a quaint diner breakfast joint.
I walked in with my order ready to be blurted out to the waitress! When I looked at the menu, I didn’t see anything that looked like what I could have smelled. Instead, I found a Cambridge classic, scrapple.
I asked the waitress, “What is Scrapple?” she responded, “It’s a pork product. Don’t look it up on Google but I promise its delicious”. However, after doing the exact opposite of her advice and looking it up on Google, I noted this could definitely NOT be what I was smelling. So, I ordered a waffle and continued to ponder about myself and the proceedings of my artist date.
My artist date got difficult at this time. Julia Cameron warned me that this might happen, but I somehow ignored this blatant warning. Per usual, I figured it wouldn’t happen to me. I was struggling with my thoughts. Unsure what I “supposed” to be thinking about and wound up thinking about nothing. My inner artist was writhing in pain, not accustomed to this type of attention.
But as I continued to eat my waffle, I found peace and comfort in being by myself. I noticed the art pieces on the wall, the décor on the table, and the expected movements of others. For the first time in forever, my mind was relaxed; not worried about school, golf, traveling, or the many other oh so relevant events in today’s life.
I learned to let the inner crazy artist shine on a more regular basis and appreciate the little diners it can bring you into.