Since turning 40, it seems like I have become highly sensitive about squeezing all of the fun out of each day. There aren’t a lot of things that I really want. Sure, “stuff” is nice but it doesn’t usually set my heart on fire. My daydreams are filled with colorful imaginings of traveling on my motorcycle or some deeper human connection. Maybe that’s why I am constantly stuffing my brain full of beautiful, interesting or curious destinations.
A few weeks ago, I picked up a copy of “Offbeat Museums” by Saul Rubin. You know, just ‘cuz. On an unassuming Wednesday, just like any other humdrum humpday, I discovered that there is a Toilet Seat Art Museum.
That’s right. Toilet. Seat. Art. Museum.
I’m not really sure how I moved through my life for all these years without knowing such a place existed.
Do you stop in to small museums when you’re traveling? Have you been to the toilet seat art nirvana?