Well, friends and neighbors, I’m enjoying my last week of experiencing Connecticut, at least for now. I was just talking with some friends I’ve gotten to know since coming here, and they were asking me about my blog. They asked me what motivates me to write, how I come up with the titles for my posts, and what inspires me. It made me realize I need to be more diligent about writing. I once convinced myself I wanted to write once a week, but haven’t been keeping up with that schedule. To my newly found reading fans, thank you very much for supporting my writing efforts. The universe has asked me to provide accounts of my daily adventures, or struggles, depending on whether you’re a glass half full or glass half empty sort. Living the adventures of my life has me keeping a record of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, to rip off Clint Eastwood, one of the greatest actors of our time.

During this particular journey, I’ve met a lot of good people for the first time ever, had some great times with friends I’ve known for decades, and visited family in Boston for the first time in about five years. I’ve had some truly memorable times here. I’ll have to return at some point to get more of the energy this area has to offer. While traveling the roaming countryside of New England, I was inspired to change course and get my own business venture in motion. After having such a great stay here, it’s ironic that I’m now thinking of returning to Florida. I’ve claimed the reason has been to escape the New England winter and not get buried in snow, which is partially true, but that’s actually the least of my reasons for carrying out future plans. Otherwise I’m very torn on the subject of leaving. 

My time here at the bar has been far more of a profound experience than I thought it would be. Doing what I’ve done to help my friends with their new business venture has been minor compared to their efforts, but my involvement with the bar was a work experience I haven’t had in quite a while. This time, I actually wanted to be there. I didn’t feel like my life was rotting away, like I’ve felt in pretty much every office cubicle job I’ve ever had. For the first time in many years, I felt like I was a part of a greater effort, in this case to make the bar successful. I was finally experiencing being a part of something, and feeling like I actually belonged.

It all made me realize, I have to take a hard look at what is my working life. I realize I’m not the only person in the world who has worked a job that’s far from a dream job. If I’m so miserable doing previous jobs I’ve had, why am I working those jobs?

I once had a martial arts instructor describe the universe in the following way:

The universe is like someone aiming at you with a slingshot. The entire time you think you’re figuring it out, the universe is taking aim with a rock that’s about to take you down, right when you think you’ve got it figured out. You get knocked over, recover, then go about your business.  While you’ve been dusting yourself off, the universe is getting ready to cast another stone. 

You graduate from one level just to start all over again.

Alas, my friends and their businesses have motivated me to get my own priorities in order. So, my grand idea is to head back to Florida and turn my house into an Airbnb. I’ve talked about pursuing this venture for some time now. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve always earned a paycheck as opposed to working for myself. Watching my friends go to work, I have learned first hand now that sometimes you have to just go for it and make it happen. Whatever comes of my attempt, I’ll be more experienced in being more independent.

I’ll be packing up the Mazda soon, headed to the Carolinas for the holidays, regrouping in Arkansas, then starting up a new path in Florida. This has been a good run, and as I always tell my people during my travels,

I’ll be back around.