the Winter Wind

It is ten to eight in the morning and there is a hint of blue in the sky. There is now light in the sky at 4:30 in the afternoon. These are improvements. The days are getting noticeably longer and I am happy about that. I feel my winter funk slowly slipping away. Next year I NEED (as Chad says) to spend November, December and January on the other side of the equator. I have been thinking about Africa but if I cannot afford to go there I will settle for Central America. Last night I was cruising the net and got pretty excited about traveling across the north of this great continent. Maybe flying to Europe (a little cheaper I think) and then taking the boat from Gibraltar to Morocco. From there well…it is so hard to say…I think Mauritania, Mail, Algeria, Libya, Egypt and then I hop skip and a jump across to Jordan finally ending up in Israel. I have to end in Israel. I cannot even be admitted entrance to any of the afore mention Muslim countries with an Israeli stamp on my passport. It sounds a little crazy but I guess it is like that whole Cuba-USA thing. Lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame.

Woo-Whoo Happy New Year

The nights are long but are getting shorter with every turn of the earth. I am grumpy and coming down off of excessive amounts of Christmas chocolate. I don’t make New Years resolutions yet I find each January I can’t help but think of ways I would like to shape and change my life. Unfortunately most of these thoughts and ideas are so shallow. I look into international volunteering opportunities, you know to tie into my interests but they all seem to have religious affiliations and cost so much money. I mean I don’t want to be a drain on an organization or on the community but I don’t think it needs to cost that much…I don’t know.

I feel like need to make some fundamental changes in my life…I need to figure out how to make myself feel better about my existence on the earth because currently I wonder why the hell I am here. There has to be more to it than serving people chicken wings and beer, skiing, feeding my dog and making an occasional piece of art. I’ve stopped reading the paper and rarely listen to the CBC any more.
Maybe if I make a list of goals I can at least accomplish a few of them. I don’t know…I feel kind of like the last year and a half of my life has been a bit of a waste. I do not want to feel this way anymore.