The accidental toursit?

Ok - so now we are past the 6 month mark. 6 whole months since I have been part of a project or a team, or work, or work issues. You would think that would be awesome, but actually it is not.

I have had a little too much time on my hands and have gone back and forth to Seattle, Victoria, Campbell River etc... to name a few places a few too many times. I have been to Hawaii, been in amazing expensive boutique hotels, stayed in motel dives, been to more scooter rallys that I can count, and I still can't seem to feel as if I were actually a part of it.

I feel like my life is a slow moving motion picture, and I am watching from the sidelines. Especially since I injured my ankle last month. I was walking 2 - 3 hours a day, exercising and losing weight, and then bam. I make a stupid mistake at a water slide and I am set back. Some mornings it hurts to get out of bed. Others I am ok, but only for a little while. I have done this before - so this ankle is the weak one which get to be re-injured time and time again. I never know when or how or how long it will take to heal. All I know is that I am really frustrated and this is not helping matters.

Oh yeah, it is also approaching my birthday. I can't even spit out the number. I can scarcely believe I am that old. I keep pretending I am not that old. I surround myself with people that are younger than myself, not on purpose, but they just happen to share the same passion I do. It does not help actually. It does not help me at all. All they seem to do is want to point out how un-cool I am and how they think I have never done the same things that they are doing - which is funny, as I have done everything they have an more. They seem to take people at face value and if you are not at the very moment in Art school, or summering in France, or speaking french or painting, writing, dancing, shooting artful photograps, running away on a whim......that you have never done any of these things.

Ok - now I am just ranting. AND I am cranky. Damn ankle. Maybe I am getting old. Old and grumpy. I will let it go and face this next year with dignity - and with a martini I hope, surrounded by people that love me and with a delicious coconut cake and a bottle of wine from a very special tiny place in france.

Here is hoping.

xoxoox