I lost count of how many days I have been in Hawaii. When I arrived I was as tight woven as a Persian rug and a bumbling box of pointless thoughts. I was uncomfortable. That’s a lie. I was the psychological equivalent of fiberglass in your shorts. I  didn’t know a way to escape my rambling head. I already ran away to the tropics once and this little “should elf” was convinced I couldn’t do it again. I tried to think of a career, I tried to go back to school, to stay with jobs longer… I even made a shoddy attempt at building a mobile dwelling. All good lessons, but my spirit was miserable. I was choking out the thing that keeps me…