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June 10, 2015

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.

coffeeonpatioMy daughter visited and I treated her to Zen-style breakfast on the patio. “It’s like a healing place back here. So relaxing.”

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!

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  1. Hey, Deb! Kauai is our island. The kids have lived there and our youngest grandson still lives there with his mom. It is a beautiful, magical place. I understand the way it weaves itself into your spirit as a paradise that will still be no match for the one that God has already created for us. D xo


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Debi Dixon

Debi Dixon

The Universe is guiding me on an incredible adventure: my Plan B. I write here to share bits of my Odyssey, hopefully to inspire, encourage, or extend the virtual hand of friendship.

When I quit teaching in 2014, I could never have imagined the growth I would experience through travel, writing, reading, therapy, and introspection.

I believe human connection and compassion will go a long way toward our healing, and the best way to connect and feel compassion for one another is through the sharing of our stories.

Thank you for joining me here. I appreciate you and may we grow together.

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“You must give up the life you planned in order to have the life that is waiting for you.”
~Joseph Campbell

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