OOJ: Office in the Sky

recently the universe gifted me with the best flight i've had in a long time, on southwest airlines from MDW to ABQ. the flight wasn't full, so i was able to snag a window seat near the front with an empty middle seat between me and the snoozing guy with the kindle in the aisle seat, giving me extra space to curl up my legs and spread out my stuff. i spent a near blissful 2.5 hours alternately reading magazines (NYT), practicing drum patterns on my lap ("Basic Rock [Variations for Bass Drum]" p. 10), and gazing out the window into the inky night sky. at 30k ft in the air with the constant engine drone as my soundtrack, i felt like i could write a book, compose a song- create anything. instead, i let my mind meander the mundane: how long can i wait until my next haircut (i got one last week)? what will i wear to work tomorrow? what will i search for on ebay when i get home (rebecca minkoff studded crossbody clutch)? up there, i had no idea where i physically was in space, and the absence of a geographical orientation somehow freed my brain- i hadn't realized how much energy i spend thinking about where do i need to be next, and after that, and after that. my day is a chain of place-hopping, so i'm constantly thinking forward. this flight allowed me to simply be.