Well, I promised myself that when I lost the first 10+ pounds, I would give myself a reward. Jana (my wife) and I talked it over and she graciously agreed that the reward for me would be 4-6 hours all by my lonesome to go wherever I want and just be. So, here I am at Scooters, listening the Randy Pausch lecture (47-year old scientist who gave a “Last Lecture” before he died), eating a Panini and drinking an iced white mocha. While this may seem a simple pleasure… it’s been (just an hour in) a great and peaceful time of reward.

What I will do after this is uncertain. I have no master plan… and, no, I don’t particularly plan to accomplish any item on The List of Great Things I Must Accomplish.

As I sit here in a semi-full coffee shop with headphones on listening to a man who only had 2-5 months to live talk about childhood dreams, I can’t help but wonder why this is the thing I’ve chosen to enjoy as a “reward” for accomplishing more weight loss than I’d experienced in a while. Does this reinforce poserdom? Should my dream be more spiritual… more worthy of a super mondo cool blog post the that inspires the masses (heh – like there are masses) to go out and build amazing dreams?

Well, as I’ve been pondering this, only one word comes to mind… Sabbath. Why have I so longed for this time away? Why do I now feel such a surge of satisfaction sitting here alone? I never sabbath. Now, if you read my time post, this can’t be a surprise (or the inference of the comment above regarding The List of Great Things I Must Accomplish). I’m pretty sure I’m not alone… especially among my PoMo geeky fellow-planters.

There is a lesson here – it’s so obvious that I hesitate to say it… so I won’t. At least not right now.