I have a story to tell. It is bubbling up within me. I feel like a shaken bottle of champagne…bursting at the seams, yet contained by the glass and the cork. I suppose I’ll be able to tell the story when the time is right.
Today I took myself (and my new Magellan navigator) on a road trip. I have lived in NJ for my whole like and was never to Cape May. Well, today, in the rain, the sleet and the cold, I went on my way to Cape May. I saw, ever so briefly, the lighthouse and the Atlantic. Then I got back in the car and went to lunch. And then I headed home.
I feel like Ishmael in Moby Dick. Unsettled. Ready for an adventure. Wanting more out of my life. Ahab and I aren’t getting along so well…I can’t just take his orders any longer. I am looking for a new ship. I’m sending flares into the air.