Wherever I lay my hat and all that jazz. I'm in Spain.
Like I said a couple of posts ago (http://andrewgranville.blogspot.com/2010/08/change.html) , change was on the way. It´s here right now. Change always happens, every day we live and breathe, all around us. It's just that it's slapping me in the face right now (my mind drifts on a train of thought to the Monty Python sketch of the fish slapping dance...)
Excitement prevails, with a pinch of fear. I mean, I´m not scared of making moves like this. I kinda thrive on it actually coming to think of it. Just a touch of fear is always healthy in my mind, it keeps you on your toes, it keeps you aware. It tells you to keep your eyes wide open. It´s always a gamble but I´m aware of the stakes. My chips are stacked but they won't fall. Hopefully.
But the journey is always to be savoured. Keep building the Lego set, not just playing with the finished model. There is always more to build.
As I sat in the airport waiting to board I religously plugged my ears in to my Ipod and slid my thumb around the dial, choosing this Chicane album. It just seemed so appropriate. Balearic beats for a similar destination. My journey started as soon as I pressed play. There seemed to be not one track that didn't count.
Then, as I got my boarding card checked and ripped, I walked down the grey tunnel out on to the sprawling tarmac and to my awaiting plane, and "Poppiholla" kicked in. Like when I pull on to the motorway in my car and move in to cruise, this track was the signal for boarding, for smiling at the lovely air hostess upon entering the plane, for taking my seat and for sitting back and waiting for the plane to take off and cruise at 37 000 feet.
P.S I had the usual meaningful or relevant photo to put on here to accompany the text like usual, but the Monty python sketch seems so much more fun :-)