Dreamers adapt

That's a sign of a true dreamer.  We don't crumble when life nails us with lemons.  Nope, we collect them, squeeze them, add water to dilute, and sweeten them with sugar.  We aren't easily deterred.

We simply face what life hands us and change up when we need to.

For example...last year Sam and I were planning our great big getaway.  We figured we'd downsize and travel by boat.  We found and bought a boat.  We learned to sail.  We went sailing.  We lost our mast.  We realized that if we couldn't make it out of the bay, we probably shouldn't try our luck at the open sea.

Here's where the adaptation comes in...

We sold the boat.  Actually, it was more of a trade, which would explain why we are currently sitting on three boats.  When the weather improves, we will be selling them.  And with the money, we will catch up and move forward.  We have all kinds of things we hope to accomplish in the next eleven months and twenty-two days.

It's all about our baby and building our future these days.  Hopefully, travel will be part of it. I am exploring the options of getting paid as a travel writer.  Combine two of my passions?  Yes, please.

We're adapting bit by bit.  These days with my short leash...the adaptations are smaller.  Take lunch.  Sam brought home buffalo chicken strips.  And, dare devil that I am, I ate them...and lived.  Small steps.  Big pay off.  I'm not hungry at the moment.  Sometimes, that is enough.