We all have our talents, gifts. I’ve decided to stop saying that I have ADD or attention problems, embrace my inner spasmodic, and proclaim that I am endowed with a genius flair for running off in tangents.
I started off on a major tangent this spring. It began with a two-week vacation on the Hawaiian Island of Kauai. She an I (this Island) fell madly in love with one another. I returned home with my typical “vacation is over” countenance–lower lip out–and launched an all-out “Let’s buy a home on Kauai” campaign. I lost hours. Days.
A believer in signs from the Universe, as soon as I recovered from jet lag and my post-vacation blues, I sent an email to the realtor we met while walking through a neighborhood on the way to the beach one day. I had talked BF into dropping our beach paraphernalia on the front porch of the condominium with an “Open House” sign in the front yard. It was a sign that led to a tangent that led to a Universal sign that we were to make contact with this realtor and buy a home on Kauai!
Back home this led to hours of me sifting through virtual tours of houses that were several hundreds of thousands of dollars above our price range. I constantly sent links to BF and needled him with notions of spending 3 months, 5 months, 7 months each year in our Hawaii home, releasing ourselves from the drudge and gray of Indiana winter. I journaled. Researched. Attempted to manifest. I mapped out a viable Holiday and visitation schedule for family and friends and potential avenues for BF to take respite from his fruitful career. I almost convinced him that in a tiny, remote, beach-front home, I’d be less distracted from writing and finish my book.
Then spring folded into summer and our back yard bloomed. The trees created a vast shaded canopy and a resting place for birds to sing their little hearts out. Our patio invited me for daily coffee and breakfast. I took my morning journal and meditation routine outdoors. I created a private, make-shift, lawn yoga salon.
And the local eateries opened patio seating with live music nights where I filled my spirit with lazy, wine evenings and chance encounters with old friends.
I had an epiphany that, for the moment, I could cease my virtual relocation quest and enjoy the peace of my own back yard and the summertime rejuvenation of my community. My roots. I announced to BF that I might have a new exit strategy–no exit.
Maybe it’s just another tangent. But until the next one . . . enjoying the moment!