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and our wait staff thanked for their extraordinary attentiveness. We’ve scattered throughout the ship, some to
watch a little comedy, some back to their rooms to relax or start packing, and
others just hanging at the various entertainment spots before we regroup for
the last show in the Paris Lounge. I
must say, this year’s offerings were a tremendous improvement over last year’s
and I am actually sitting in the lounge, an hour before the show, listening to
Oldies and sharing my thoughts for the day.
But I digress.
uncertain terms that the treatment it had received at my relentless hands
yesterday would now be returned to me…painfully. After dosing myself with Aleve, Turmeric and
various homeopathics, I made the very wise but sad choice to miss the early
dance session as well as forgoing a trip into Ensenada with the kids. This last turned out to be wiser than I’d
realized since road closures necessitated a walk back to the ship from town
which would likely have put a near end to my walking, much less my
dancing! As it was I spent a few minutes
with my knee in the jacuzzi, talking to my dance teacher, and found that the
heat did me more good than all of the ice I’d been applying. Although I danced most of the last, two hour
session, I chose the dances carefully, sat and stretched frequently, and, as a
result, am suffering only minimal pain tonight.
I have, however, left my dance shoes in the room and will do my best to
stay off of it for the remainder of the trip.
this evening, cheering my talented friends on!
(and no, I have not consumed enough alcohol to do more than sing along
from the sidelines!)
relatively quiet location outside of where the daily buffets are set up, and
got quite a bit of editing done on my book, although I ended up further editing
a couple of chapters which had already been subjected to my need to flesh out
what had been written. A couple of hours
in, I closed my ipad and wandered inside for a bowl of fruit and some juice. To my dismay, when I reopened my ipad, it refused
to respond! My first thought was that,
not only had I lost the morning’s editorial work, but also the blog post I’d
written last night. Being at sea, I am
running in airplane mode so nothing is being saved to the cloud.
by trade, I had hopes that I’d find my data when I connected the ipad to my
desktop upon returning home. But it was
my son-in-law who, after listening to the symptoms, saved my day! He suggested a hard boot which, in hindsight,
I’d had to do to my iphone before.
Following his instructions, I nearly did the happy dance on the beds in
our room when my screen, once again, lit up as it should! Thankfully, disasters I’d experienced many
years ago had taught me to frequently save my work so nothing had been lost!
singing along with the canned music (currently My Guy), doing my best to share
this wonderful experience with anyone who cares to read my babbling (or as I
like to call it, ADHD run amok!).
this time around, while growing closer to others. I also recognize that, on some levels, I have
friends who connect with each other better than with me because of shared
outlooks and values. I totally respect
this and know that I’ll connect with others better than they, for the same
reason. The diversity of our group is
what makes us interesting, fun and above all, an extraordinary cross section of
humanity! I know that when we return to our
normal environment, our increased closeness will be very apparent, and will
make what is already a warm, loving dance environment, that much more!
love. We don’t need the intimate details
of each others’ lives, but are there to listen should someone need an ear. We listen, but don’t pry, share but don’t
dump, care but respect each others’
right to make their choices. I feel very
blessed to be part of this incredible group of people! I learn so much just by being included. Many of them have been so supportive of this
leap of faith I’ve taken, and through this blog, already form what I know will
be the core of my readership when my first book is published.
the tough questions I’ll need to answer as I develop the marketing plan for the
first of many published works which will fill the years between now and the
time this particular version of my human self rejoins my Divinity. The ride may be no less bumpy than it’s been
up to now, but the rewards from finally following my dream will be
I will, at some point, have the opportunity to show others that following your
passion can be done. For some, it may
require careful planning, while for
others, it may just require the same, crazy, wild, shut off the brain and leap,
gesture I took which led me to this place
where there are no certainties other than the fact that I truly am
living my passion, my dream, my true purpose.
last five years have truly NOT fallen upon deaf ears. More people are finding my words online, and,
as time goes on, I’ll learn how better to have them show up in searches (as I type this, the song, Ain’t No Mountain
High Enough is playing and suddenly, it occurs to me that, although the song
talks about a woman’s love for a man, could it not also apply to one’s love for
their passion, their purpose?) Wow! There sure were a lot of songs dealing with
love, whether gained, lost or unrequited in the music of the 50’s, 60’s and
70’s! I’m sure it’s true of other eras,
but the ones which catch my attention the most are from the eras which were
such an integral part of my life as I was growing up. I suppose the era I’m now in will leave its
mark as well, since it is when I am, essentially, allowing myself to be reborn
into the person I chose this lifetime to become! But as I was saying to one of my new friends
today, even though it seems like it took a long time, and I might wish I could
have gotten here sooner, I know that the life experiences I’ve had were
essential to my reaching the point I’ve come to now, and will be even more
essential to my reaching whatever place it is that I will, ultimately reach as
a direct result of what I’m learning every second of every day.
for now, to be completed once the evening’s fun and frivolity finally drive me
back to my room to pack and sleep.