Adventure

Life got a little disturbing for awhile. My 9-6 was whittling away at me and when I got home the night there would be just enough time to get a set amount of home and personal maintenance things done before passing out for the night, amid our three cats, weary for that 7AM alarm.

Then there was when I starting pushing for Thailand, then Kenya... or when we decided to get a cleaning lady. Perhaps it was cat # 3 that looked at us with kitten eyes and we just couldn't say no and welcomed him into our tiny appartment, causing the number of cats to outnumber human inhabitants. Or when Jac's friend proposed a 20hour sailboat sea-crossing to Sardegna and we said Yes (we leave Thursday night)... well I guess that's when things started looking up. It was about the saying Yes and just being open to the next thing, however scary (20 hours at sea!, 3 cats!, 3rd world countries!) or unexpected.

And last night as we got whimsical off cheap white wine and ate raw melon off the rind in the garden, surrounded by citronella candle tiki lamps and cat-trampled flowers, I decided I was very happy with Yes.