Life has a funny way of catching up on you. For instance, it’s just occurred to me that in moving later this month to a fabulous new property (one that’s in a striking wilderness enclave with a grand home set amid trees, birds, butterflies, bunnies, a pool, a stream and marvelous landscaped flower gardens), it will be the first time in a long while where I won’t be living on the water. And that’s just fine with me.
You see, what I realize now is that the need for having a watery necessity just isn’t there anymore. Back when I toiled in the big smoke, I always had the cottage to retreat to, the water existing as a calming requirement in my life. But that was a life too often built on the pressures and tension of living in a urban community when I didn’t want to, and running an enterprise that fed many mouths, where the pressures that accompanied this could become somewhat overwhelming.
Those days and those pressures are long gone. So too is the need to get away from it all. And while I’ve had my fun with boats over the years, I’m ready to put that aside too, in favour of the other neat activities I’m adopting off the water.
I’ve never been happier and more relaxed. And I look forward to writing the next exciting chapters in my evolving life.