Ahh grasshopper…all has been revealed.

Yesterday, I was wandering in a wasteland;  aimless, pointless, adrift and at sea. How many other ways I can say this?

Let’s just say this; that if anyone had followed me as I bumbled about, they would have shoved me out of their way and fingered me as they blew past.

But there is something quite freeing about being older, because I don’t fight these wandering cloud moments like I used to.  I have come to realize that there is usually something else going on. That perhaps I just need a little down time to figure out what that is.  And today I realized what happened…I was simply in transition.

To back up, last week I sent in my last installment for my Humber online writing course and then promptly went to Vancouver and got  wrapped up in all that particular life entails. Now I’m back in my Sunshine Coast writing world, but because I hadn’t really pursued the travel writing for the last while, and because my all-consuming seven-month writing project was over,  I was suddenly left with nothing on the go. Nada. Zippitiy-Do-Dah. Nyet. De Rien.

It was an unfamiliar state and left me looking like a boat without a keel. But today the light came on, the rudder went in the water,  the focus came back, and behold! I am a woman with a purpose or perhaps a boat with all its parts (how long can I milk this watery-vessel metaphor you may ask?)

So now, I’m researching possible markets for our upcoming Wales hiking adventure, I’ve finally started working on a story (that I was ignoring because it’s not due until the end of August, which seemed so far away…but isn’t) and am chipping away at the list for next week’s cycling trip.

Keels Away! Land Ho! Etc.!