Life is funny, scary, delightful and downright hard.
For the last six months we’ve been taking the thorny path to paradise. This trip has been anything but boring. We’ve seen new places and people. We’ve survived 8-10 foot seas, pounding into the wind and waves as well as dead calm passages.
In the past it was about getting far enough north to be out of harms way, now we must head south. It’s okay, we’re in no hurry to race out of paradise and there’s always next year.
How many times do you set a goal, take the action steps necessary and run out of time? Do you give up or do you re-adjust? How many times a year do you change directions?