Adrift on the open ocean, what better time for an epihany?

Yes, yes, I know it's been more than a year and a half since my last post. Completely not the point. Moving right along. :)

So last Sunday I spent a jam-packed day full of absolutely nothing at Lime Cay (an island off the ... er ... island?). It was wonderful.

While returning to the mainland (island!), it just so happened that our boat broke down. (I've since been informed that this is not an uncommon thing with that particular hotel and the ferry service they offer. However, it was a first for me.) So as I sat there, adrift on the open ocean, on a fishing boat full of thirty strangers, I found myself incredibly amused at the lack of panic or, indeed, any visibile concern whatsoever at the state of our motor-less existence. The atmosphere was jocular and the vibe pleasant. Offers to push abounded, along with speculation on who to eat first should the need arise – I nobly volunteered to donate my body of course. Ok, well truly, said speculation did not in fact occur, but I DID offer my body for general consumption nonetheless.

As the banter around me continued, I turned inward, pondered a few old discoveries, and made a few new ones. Here they are, in the order they occured to me:

1. I had just spent an entire day idling on the beach.
   
2. I do this frequently.
3. My biggest worry in LIFE, at that particular moment, was directly related to my immediate situation. i.e. There are no stressful issues hanging over my head which cannot be whimsically tossed aside to ponder the shark population of our harbor mouth and how well they respond to harness and bridle. Read: I haven't been this stress-free since early high school.
   
4. I am in love with a beautiful woman.
5. AMAZINGLY, she seems to be in love with me too.
6. I have been offered a promotion at work.
7. I am directing a play.

That is it really. Eureka, I say. Life is good.

Oh, and yeah, it's a good thing I've STILL got this gorgeous face ...