We finally got some snow and my man and I finally had a date. After weeks of my guy asking me to call the baby sitter and arrange an evening – a task that inexplicably seemed too huge- I gifted him a date for Christmas. Somehow putting it on a self made printed coupon gave me the push I needed to make it happen.
Even a last minute cancellation by the babysitter couldn’t foil our plans. A call to a back up sitter was a success and we were able to have our evening. We ate, drank, and were merry and even attempted to have a conversation about our next step in life. We are not sure what that may be, but my man drives more than an hour to work each way and it takes its toll.
Lately Africa has been on my radar, but I know myself well enough to know it may just be a phase. I want an adventure and so far in my life adventure has equaled travel. Perhaps it is time to expand my definition. We did seem to agree that our next adventure doesn’t have to do so much with where we go but with what we do. I guess that’s progress.
And in the meantime there is nothing like a snow day, freezing temperatures, and a long weekend to help take stock of what is here and now. As always, I habitually need a reminder of the importance of these “everyday days. ” They are also an adventure albeit not always a glamorous one, but the one that counts.