My people. My passion. My path
19.10.2015 50 °F
When: 11:30pm. 5 hours before scheduled arrival time to hospital
Where: The streets of Boston, North End.
Who: Three of my nearest and dearest, who took me out, made me laugh and snuggled all over me - keeping me happy and distracted the night before my surgery.
Dialogue: "Wait. Umm...It looks like Umass Medical Memorial Campus is not here in Boston, it's uhhhh.....back in Worchester*."
"What. The. Fuck. How do I not know what CITY my surgery is scheduled in!?" "Seriously. You can't make this shit up"
- for the CO crew it is pronounced 'Wooster'
So. We laughed a bit, set our alarms for even earlier in the wee hours and hunkered down for a couple hours of sleep before driving back in the direction I had started in. Navigation has never been a strong suit. Always thankful for old friends and new beginnings.
Anyways. I made it where I needed to be, for when I needed to be there, and by 7:30am I was laughing hysterically, in a super sexy hospital johnny asking the birth dates of everyone on my surgical team...then came 'lights out'. By 10am I was groggy, repaired and EXHAUSTED.
- rest easy, just a little cornea irritation warranted this bad ass eye patch.
Now. Other stuff.
Summer turned into fall.
Had some big realizations of what it is that I love doing, and the direction I want to go. I also remembered that the people in my life are the best kind of friends because where we are just doesn't matter...Colorado, Massachusetts, Anywhere in between, If it's been 4 months or 14 years, somethings never change and that is amazing. Priceless.
I learned a lot, lead a lot, grew a lot.
Early Morning Meeting
Kennebec River Trip.
Outdoor Wilderness Leaders 'Start the Year Off Right Trip'
Kayaking Day Camp Program
Different office, Different day
NAUI Scuba Instructor Course
This happened, and now I need to learn to sail.
The power, pulse and peacefulness of the ocean is where I feel at home.
Hmm...I wonder if I know anyone who can teach a girl to sail..
Quote of the moment:
Embracing each day as it comes. Countdown free. But, I mean technically....if we WERE going to be counting down something it would likely be Surfing in Panama. And in that case it's 3,352 hours. #recovertosurf
Cheers to peace, patience and recovering little by little