This whole suddenly single thing seems to have livened me up a little bit. I had gotten very complacent, and sedentary, and anal about being absolutely prepared for anything and everything. My life was planned, down to the last detail, two weeks in advance.
Which makes it very surprising that when I was invited to go along with a good friend to Vancouver Island at the last minute, I actually went. And I had FUN! The Island has a certain vibe that draws me. I may actually want to live there some day. There’s something about sitting in a hot tub and contemplating life with people you just met while staring at millions of stars that the city lights usually obscure in my world….. It was just good to feel like there is more to life. That I can still dare to dream. That whad I had isn’t all there is.
There’s also something to be said for hurling yourself along a precarious path through the woods, in totally inadequate footwear (there’s that whole “prepared” thing that would’ve stopped me before) and rockin’ out on the car ride back with people who seemed to be just happy to have my company.
No pressure, no plans, no expectations, and also a feeling of being right where I was supposed to be.
Life is good.