A few months ago I was standing in a supermarket checkout line and a National Geographic headline caught my attention; 50 of the World’s last GREAT places — Destinations of a Lifetime. As I was turning 50 in a few months, I purchased the issue and thought; maybe I would go on an adventure to one of the 50 last GREAT places for my 50th birthday?
The Art of Living Lost: Carat, Color, Cut, Clarity and Compatibility
My cousin recently went to have her engagement ring cleaned in advance of her April wedding. While waiting to speak to the technician she overheard a conversation that led me to contemplate the four C’s of diamond selection.
The Art of Loving Lost: Huh?
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.
The Art of Living Lost: Suportar as Ondas do Tempo
I must be dreaming because I could never have imagined what happened next in the “letter in a bottle” saga. Sit back and enjoy the ride!
The Art of Living Lost: Skiing as a Metaphor for Life
Today I decided to try cross-country skiing with a friend.
Look at those legs; I’m healthy, confident, and poised for action. I wasn’t moving, but I look good, right? Besides, how hard could cross-country skiing be? You shush under your own steam, there aren’t black diamond hills to navigate, and it’s not about speed or competition; it’s about relaxation, nature, and fresh air. This is my kind of sport!
As my buddy and I set out on our skiing adventure, we were told the trails were recently groomed and ready to go. Map in hand, we walked over to the benches at the trail-head, put boots to bindings, and started our trek. Now, I’ll say the trails were “groomed” a bit like a January bikini wax, great in most areas, a bit questionable in others. As we plodded through stubbly snow, I commented on how quickly we wound up in the weeds. Realizing this would be an excellent topic for the BLOG, I paid close attention to my experiences, and yes, I found several nuggets of wisdom on the ski trail that parallel lessons I’ve learned in my life.
So here goes,
- You’re not born knowing everything; astuteness takes time.
- Always research things with which you are unfamiliar—skiing, skis, and bindings. Check.
- When you fall, pick yourself up and try again. NOTE: It’s never as easy as it looks.
- Recognize your mistakes before you try again. See item 2.
- Get out of your way! You can’t right your skis when you’re sitting on them.
- Use ALL the tools at your disposal. Two poles are always better than one.
- Face downhill while attempting the two-pole roll. Unless you have functioning abs, then crunch away.
- Surround yourself with people who are happy to help. Read this line two times!
- Expect the same people to laugh until they pee watching you attempt the two-pole roll.
- Be confident! Wear your “Hanky Pankys,” knowing they may have to cut your jeans off by the end of the day!
My pal also mentioned that she didn’t think cross-country skiing would be a good first date.
Meh, who’s to say?
Have a great week!