The week before

 So it is happening. I am going to start playing about in boats again. I am only going to try. I talked about it at my Quaker meeting and everyone seemed excited about it all. But I am only trying. 

Could it be why I never seem to get a teaching job? Is it that my true calling is something else? I guess it is too early to say. 

Hey, I am 37, I might as well get out and do this now. Before it is too late I end up with responsibilities. I never seem to end up with responsibilities. 

I applied to be on a PO cruise as staff- why not? It is something to do for a summer if they accept me and everyone at the meeting said it sounds more adventurous than a life at home being a full-time teacher. 

I feel like the harp version of Blood Stream by Ed Screeran. I feel very alive this afternoon.