I just got back from Aruba. Thursday night. It was a bumpy flight. But hitting the tarmac at BWI, though rainy and cold and very windy, I felt exhilarated.
It was only supposed to be a relaxing, budget-friendly vacation away from work and the normal, everyday craziness. A time to chill out and unwind and recharge.
But it was so much more.
My friend Michelle came along and we talked for hours, each day it seemed, about our dreams and what we wanted out of life. About her passion for yoga and family and travel. About my passion for writing and family and travel. After every discussion, in which we learned more and more about each other’s lives, I felt more and more inspired. It wasn’t the atmosphere—though Aruba’s equatorial location and trade winds and steady 80 degrees-and-sunny days didn’t hurt. It was being around someone who felt the same way.
I was constantly thinking about what I needed to do. You know, paying bills, going to work, making ends meet, laundry, cleaning. It’s all perfectly mundane and fine things to focus on because they do need to be done, but it wasn’t what I wanted to be doing.
I want to write. A lot. I vowed to make more time for it (hence I’m back at the blog, cleaning it up and out and starting mostly fresh).
When Michelle and I talked, it was usually early in the morning while drinking our tea and eating breakfast by the pool or in the afternoon as we took in the Aruban sun. I told Michelle I wanted more writing time. And I had a desire to share the knowledge that I have acquired over the more than ten years of my writing career.
“I see you as a teacher.” She looked up from wading in the clear pool of our villa one afternoon. “I do. I think you’d make a great teacher.”
I agreed, thanking her. I told her I was leading workshops for the RBWG, Rehoboth Beach Writers’ Guild, and I could possibly offer more. Maybe a murder mystery class, since that is what I write. Or a class on technique or process. The afternoon passed quickly, as it is wont to do when you’re relaxing on a gorgeous island surrounded by cooling trade winds and verdant green palms and vividly clear turquoise waters.
That evening I received an email from the Guild director asking about what classes or workshops we leaders and teachers may want to offer in the spring. I smiled, recalling our conversation earlier in the day. The Universe conspires to give you what you want if you slow down and ask for it.
I don’t think I have ever been more inspired after a vacation than I have after this one.
Sometimes you just have to be in the right location with the right people at the right time.
Cheers, my lovely’s.