It dawned on me tonight as I tossed and turned on the bed in my humid and very warm room that I really do not have any more grand visions about where my life is headed. It is not that I don't have dreams. I do but they are simply waystations along the rest of my travels through this life.
It really has become about the journey and not any fabulous destination. No more desire for wealth or fame. No need for the validation of a career that winds up the corporate ladder.
I want to teach sometimes. I want to travel often. I want to finish my cabin - at least to the point that it is secure and livable. I want to learn to sail a boat - to build a boat and then sail it wherever I am willing to venture. I want to see the sun rise on half the continents and watch it set on the rest.
I am not bitter or defeatist. I am free and alive and thrilled with the whole idea of it. This world is it for me you see. All that I expect is to know that I have lived my life with all of the love and gusto and joy that I can find within me.
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