cooling

It’s brutal and self-punishing for me to admit that we’re on the back-nine of 2024. It’s been frustratingly cool the last few mornings as I departed my home for ritual self-punishment in the form of running and cycling, but it’s prompted some cool conversations in our house. Conversations about the future, specifically.

Pending the unknown; of course, we’re on track to have our house paid for in the next decade or less. I’ll be rounding out my 42nd year on this planet, and we’ll be into a new phase of life, just like that.

Given the break-neck speed that the last decade has gone by, it’ll be here before we know it and I; along with my entire generation, are feeling a little under-prepared. Lu and I are likely to seek warmer pastures. I can’t imagine voluntarily living in a climate that requires as many layers as this one does at times – not for the whole year, anyway – nor can I imagine trying to sustain myself on the finite number of Canadian dollars we can save between now & then without fleeing to an area of the world where that currency will take us a little further.

Where? I don’t know.

I imagine I’ll still have a rock & roll band and will opt to travel here a few times a year to perform. So a place with plentiful cheap return-flights might be ideal. A place where I can run and bike every single day… where long pants are optional and jackets are a rarity seems ideal, but it’s really anyone’s guess what that really looks like.

In the meantime, I guess we’ll have to try a couple places on for size.

It fun to think about the future. I spend so much time contemplating and trying to analyze and learn from my past, while constantly reminding myself to be here in the present – I gotta say it’s nice to have a nice pollyanna daydream about what might happen if I spend some time making it happen.

Things around us change quickly, and none of us can be certain about what will happen, but I highly recommend taking a moment to lift yourself up with some long-range optimism.