Another dreamy weekend just passed. Warm and pleasant days around town, life-affirming hours in the gym, literature and opera and lazy somnambulent evenings on the balcony. Which of course, is precisely the problem in my life. It’s too good, and it’s not pushing me to do more.

The more I think about it, the more I believe my trip next month will be some kind of life-changing event, a pivot in my existence. I’ve been coasting too long, because coasting is easy when you’re healthy, affluent, and satisfied. But there’s got to be more to life than these things. I can’t just ‘stop’ here in this comfortable middle-class existence, even though a part of me wants to.

Perhaps I’ll find what I’m looking for. Out there in the North African desert.