Confession Tuesday
Dear Reader,
It's been a week of sunshine since my last confession. A week of waves and water and weather that has turned Seattle into a flip-flop wearing town again. Normally we wear wool and fleece until the end of June. But warm weather has taken over I worry what it does to my brain.
So let's begin. To the confessional--
I confess I've been daydreaming about Key West again.
I've never been there and when it becomes sunny in the Northwest I begin to question to live in a warmer, sunnier climate all year round.
What's interesting about Key West is that it is the southern most city in the continental United States. And I live about 90 minutes from the Northernmost city in the continental US. So I'm kind of thinking I'm wanting a change...at least in the winter months where many in the Northwest suffer from SAD (Seasonal Affect Disorder). This is where the gray clouds above us actually enter our minds.
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I confess that I am a slow dreamer.
While I may be dreaming about Key West today, that does not mean I will visit there next year, or the year after. I tend to hold my dreams, goals, visions, plans, in my head for about 2-6 years before I act on them or if you believe in *manifesting* things, before anything happens.
I think this is because for me, time has always moved faster than I do.
If I say I'm leaving in 15 minutes, 15 minutes will arrive at the door quite a bit earlier than I do. This is not to say I'm always late, but when I do have to be somewhere on time, I have to plan to leave about 10 - 20 minutes earlier otherwise I will lose minutes.
It's as if my life's pockets are filled with holes, I'm always losing time like others lose pennies.
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I confess I tried out my new paddleboard this week and *loved* it!
Me & my new board |
It's definitely faster than the boards I have been renting from our outdoor adventure shop. And ridiculous light--about 20 lbs. For mother's day, my husband bought me a new carbon paddle, so I'm excited to try that out as well.
In August, I'm the paddler a relay race.
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I confess I have been writing lately, even with the sunny weather.
This is good for me because normally warm weather turns me into a hammock-loving character from a Jimmy Buffet song.
Amen.
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"This is where the gray clouds above us actually enter our minds" I love this explanation. I usually descibe SAD as he absence of baseball season.
ReplyDeleteI'm all to familiar with SAD. But gray weather makes good poets, I think (or at least this is the thought to which I cling in the dreary season). Glad you've found some sun.
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