“Do NOT challenge my map reading skills!” I barked at Boyfriend. I cast a furious glare over my shoulder from the bow of our canoe.
I made it all the way to 31 years of age before setting foot in the infamous town of Aspen, Colorado. My presence there was happenstance.
Ever walked out of a glass art gallery wondering which crazy-face made up price tags in the thousands?
Imagine skipping weekends in your life for a year.
I did.
Okay, it was eleven months. Still, I can’t recommend it.
A psychology professor was giving an oral test. Speaking about manic depression, she asked, “How would you explain a man screaming at the top of his lungs one minute, then sitting in a chair weeping uncontrollably the next?” An athlete in the third row offered, “Umm, maybe he’s a basketball coach?”
I looked up from the dining room table to see Boyfriend shouldering a rifle in my parent’s kitchen.
“Good going,” I thought, right after careening into a seven foot tower of a man.
A young Catalonian couple found out they were expecting twins just a few weeks after purchasing a plot of land to build their first home.
Our ferry arrived in Minorca several hours later than expected.
It was an everything-is-closed Sunday. In an isolated Spanish port-town. During siesta. Shop-fronts were locked up tight. Wifi eluded us. No, we hadn’t written down the contact number for the people delivering our rental car. In the sun-baked silence, not even crickets chirped. We battled post-apocalyptic conditions to discover our car-delivering individuals had given up on us.
Hungry for more? More time? More money? More health? More wholeness?
Hungry for less? Less rushing? Less pressure? Less stress? Less fractured attention?
Please come on in! I’ve been collecting wins and losses for a few decades (and counting). I hope sharing them helps you on your adventure through your one wild and precious life.
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