Scotland Was Calling


I stood frozen in the dark of my living room.  I had just learned of a trip that was calling to me.  A trip to get me out of my comfort zone, a trip to get me away from work, a trip to get me out of my apartment where I spend too much time, a trip that would leave me time to think about creativity and the pursuits that fill my free time.  As I age I think my free time and how I spend it becomes more and more important.  And not to waste a day.  As I unfroze myself from my position in the dark I said out loud, “Scotland is calling and I must go.”  Over the next year I sipped on Harris Gin, I learned a few Gaelic words, I drank in every morsel of information from Margaret Soraya’s, I looked up many photos of the Outer Hebrides and imagined myself being there, I watched numerous videos about packing light.  Next the nerves set in, the dreaded travel, leaving my cat River behind for two weeks, the multiple airplane rides, the flocks of people, not having a clue as to what I was doing. 

Then the Outer Hebrides.  

I am here, I am happy, I have never been more proud of myself.  Scotland was calling and I am here.

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