Kidnapped away from my trusty computer, I was willingly 'forced' to meander and stroll about Granville Island with an old friend from out of town. :D Great times...except for the early morning hour!! :) Serves me right for going to bed so late...
“It will only take a moment!” The thoughts that trickle through my mind as procrastination quietly convinces me that everything in the moment is a priority. I check emails, de-clutter the office, or unload the dishwasher. I justify these actions by saying, “Tomorrow, I’ll start.” But it doesn’t happen. Procrastination steals our dreams.
Two decades ago, I was concerned about getting a vehicle. Not for the reasons you might think. I was afraid that if I got in the vehicle, I'd turn on the ignition and never look back, effectively giving in to the wanderlust that ensnares my soul at times.
It was one of those oddly surrealistic moments in time when you don't really know what possessed you to do that thing you just did. The fact is - no one gave me a permission slip to do it. The type of people who do this sort of thing are normally the people who don’t know they aren’t supposed to be doing this sort of thing. I hope it happens again.
It all began with a late-night telephone call about strange lights emanating from the sky. Was it an alien from outer space? Braving the cold wet night, my neighbour and I went out into the darkness, wearing nothing but our fleece pajamas and gortex. Oh, and we brought popcorn too.