I have been on a writing break, trying to figure out how to organize my life so I can accomplish everything—once again. Actually this happens several times a year, more than once in the same week sometimes. New Year’s however is the MAIN EVENT for obsessive list-makers/planners/re-planners/arrangers—those of us who really really believe that every day is the first day of the rest of our lives. Remember when those posters were everywhere. Starting over every day is an exacting premise to which to hold oneself—but compassion and confidence are also inherent in that premise, aren’t they? We must…we can…we will.
After this year’s travel hiatus (well, except for the 6,000+ mile road trip to Canada and back by way of Montana, and a side jaunt to San Diego) I find myself slowly shifting back into wanderlust mode. In fact the first big adventure in awhile is planned for this September/October. It involves family at various junctures and some alone time (where better than a shabby hotel in Lilongwe?). It goes like this: Dubai, Addis Ababa, Kigali, Johannesburg, Okavango Delta, Victoria Falls, more Johannesburg/Cape Town, maybe Durban, then Lilongwe, Lusaka and Luanda. With many buses, trains, taxis and the occasional flight in between.
Serious planning will begin before long and maybe I can think of a way to make some modestly fascinating (does putting modestly with fascinating constitute an oxymoron?) posts for my travel blogs.
It’s New Year’s Eve. I have a new 10-year Journal. 2014-2024. I cheated and already started a year-by-year outline of what I must do to get to all of the countries in the world by 2022. Now that is a list worthy of a brand new year. Eight years=105 countries. Here’s to 2014 and 2015 and 2016 and all those future journeys.