Yikes! (And you know how much I hate to say “yikes”…) But there are only 69 days left until 12/21/12.
And you know what that means.
No, I’m not talking about THAT 69 … but the monster at the end of this blog will soon reveal himself. (And I hope he’ll be a cute little rascal like Grover .. oh wait, I forgot, if Big Bird is getting the axe, Grover probably will too.)
Seriously, the time left until 12/21/12 is speeding by, and it’s probably time to reveal where I’ll be spending the End-of-the-World/My-45th-Birthday in December.
Are you ready?
No, it’s not Belize. In fact, after much deliberation and far too many travel quotes, it’s not even Mayan.
But before I reveal all, I have to explain just how much the first 111 days of this blog’s journey have surprised me.
When I first started this blog, it was sort of a tongue-in-cheek joke because my 45th birthday happens to coincide with what millions of doomsday freaks predict will be our last day on planet Earth. (On the other hand, millions of New Age freaks believe 12/21/12 will usher in a new era of unprecedented peace and human evolution.) Either way, it begged the question: if there really were only 180 days left, how should I spend them?
I didn’t know.
But what I did know was that I was open to anything, and that we would be spending the summer solstice in Barcelona. From there on, I was clueless. And I couldn’t help but think of 2007’s The Bucket List, starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman:
As you likely recall, the two main characters in the movie were both dying of cancer and abandoned their families to jet set around the world, squeezing in every exotic fantasy they possibly could in their last days. An unrealistic premise for sure, but the film was a hit worldwide because let’s face it — we all have a Bucket List.
But what was truly on mine? More travel? Even though I adore journeys of just about every kind, I knew from the start of this blog that simply taking a few more expensive vacations this year was unlikely to be transformative.
Unless I did things differently.
So with the exception of our starting trip in Spain (which was still a lovely way to reconnect with Hubby), each of my journeys this year has served a deeper purpose beyond simply taking another vacation: Santa Fe and Taos taught me about Zen meditation and how to apply this to writing, the Wisconsin trip helped me connect on a much deeper level with my family, traveling with our dog Tasha in the wine country reminded me of how much I have to be thankful for close to home, and the horses in Tucson taught me how to stand more confidently in my own truth.
So what’s happening in the next 69 days?
Next Tuesday we’ll be touring Stonehenge; on Wednesday I’m meeting with a travel editor in London to discuss how to develop a travel writing career. From there Hubby and I are revisiting a quaint hotel on the Left Bank in Paris where we first traveled during our dating days — surely something will be rekindled there?
November will be devoted to everything I love in California, with trips to San Francisco, Half-Moon Bay, Rancho Mirage and the Desert, Santa Barbara and Carmel. I’ll also be continuing important journeys at home too, including advanced screenwriting classes with Corey Mandell in LA, and a wonderful forum with other women working on increasing our visibility and creating our “ecstatic brand” with Christina Morassi. (Definitely more on that one to come! So far, she’s proving much of my skepticism about gurus … um, well … wrong.)
Enough already … So what’s the big finale in December?
Here’s a clue:
Given all I learned from the horses, I’ve decided to go swim with wild dolphins.
Remember how I wanted to end this blog with a “B” name? (“From Barcelona to B_________”) I’ve now got three:
Bimini, Bahamas, and Bermuda Triangle.
If the world really is going to end, I may as well go out with a bang, right? On December 21, I’ll be on a boat somewhere over the “Atlantis Energy Vortex“ in the Bermuda Triangle, where we’ll be “sending out beams of 5th dimensional consciousness to the planet from this sacred site through a guided meditation.”
Did I mention I’m afraid of boats?
Plus, my least favorite movie of all times is Open Water (can I say “yikes” again?) But the good part is we’ll be spending hours every day swimming with the wild dolphins, which should be really cool. The only other catch?
No coffee, and no wine.
In addition to lots of meditation and yoga, the week will include a strict vegan raw food detox diet. We’ll also be certified in Reiki I and II before the week is up. New Agey? For sure. Scary? You bet.
Hubby will NOT be joining me.
And I can’t say that I blame him.
Will YOU? I’d love to have some company … Just leave a comment if you’d like more information.