Last week I contacted the journalist who wrote an article titled The Azores: An untamed island paradise only a few hours by air from North America. In a tiny comments box I typed an even tinier note introducing myself and explaining my interest in learning more about the archipelago known as the Azores. I included a link to my BLOG offering a point of reference for the conversation. In an ironic twist of fate, I inadvertently typed the address www.TheArtofLovingLost.com; fortunately it didn’t match a site on the Internet prompting the journalist to ask if I mistyped the web address – I did. When I looked at the link I realized I typed The Art of LOVING Lost versus The Art of LIVING Lost. I chuckled and sent her an updated link.
Now you know that I believe nothing is a coincidence; so I noodled over the subliminal message. Since it was Valentine’s week, I guess I had love on my mind; more specifically I wondered if it was time for me to seriously consider dating? Ugh. I love my life. I love my kids. I love being in charge. But was this a sign? I contemplated the idea of falling in love. I’d like to say I figured this out on my own – but I didn’t. It took a friend to simply connect the dots. “Hon, it’s not the LOVING it’s the LOVING LOST. You are LOVING being LOST!”
Hallelujah sister, I LOVE being LOST!
The quirky adventures, moments of simple reflection and the time spent with family and friends; that’s my JOY! In the absence of a sense-full life, I wake up every morning and follow my JOY. So this week I booked my trip to the Azores and, just to be safe, I accepted a date for next Saturday night.
What’s your JOY? Think about it and have a SUPER week!