“The light that burns twice as bright, burns half as long.”

Steve Jobs

I live life a little like I haven’t got much time left. I think maybe, though I can’t be sure, it’s because my Dad died aged 33. I was 9 years old at the time. He was too young to go that early. His parents and his sister had also died in an accident before I was born. My cousin and best friend Jake also died young. I think part of me always feels like I’m on borrowed time. 

I genuinely don’t mean this in a negative way. I don’t feel it is at all a negative way to look at your life because ultimately our time is limited anyway you look at it. I often feel behind schedule. I don’t mean that achievement is a means to happiness. I’m long past that deluded approach to life. It’s more for the sake of challenging myself. I’m pretty sure, though I could be wrong, that we only get one go at it. Life I mean. So for me, I want to pack it with adventure. And when I’m not in alignment with that, when I’m waiting or not making decisions or putting it out there or taking risks or fighting for what I want I feel ... like I said ... behind schedule.

This is why I’ve been thinking about the Canal Boat more and more. At first, I thought of it out of necessity. A way of staying close to London but not having the total outlay that living in or close to London entails. I’m not earning now what I was a few years ago and until I spin that I got to thinking a boat would be maybe the way to go. 

But when a few other options surfaced I still couldn’t and still can’t shake the idea of a canal boat life. At least for a year or two. 

I miss traveling I’ve decided. Between 2012-2016 I was traveling so much. I took it for granted during that period. I see that now. It is something that needs adjusting when the timing is right. (Cough-COVID). 

In short. I love adventures. Probably feeling a little winter-pending-blues like a lot of folks. It’s all good. I’m off to bed to watch some more Breaking Bad. 

Night n love

G