Well, friends of mine just returned from an 8 month circumnavigation via the southern ocean. Me, I brushed the mats out of the dog. And am waiting for a bull’s eye rash to appear where I pulled that deer tick off my leg the other day.
This time last year, I was having the best time of my life, despite the fact that I lived mostly in my car. That wonderful summer was what lured me to stay here, to suffer through winter. I was looking forward to another fantastic New England summer, where I could start working towards a new goal, whatever that might turn out to be.
But this year, something doesn’t seem quite right, as I sit here moldering. I’m winter white, not having seen the sun other than for a few moments here and there. It rains nearly every day. It’s raining as I type this. Temps rarely get to 70 degrees. I can’t breathe from all the pollen. I’m working simply to pay rent, not towards any goal or dream.
Because I have so very many good things here, good friends, enough work to get by, a wonderful dog, a lovely home and workshop, I’m trying hard not to think, why am I not out circumnavigating the planet?*
*How's that for a happy cheery post?
