Two days and counting
Well, I leave Saturday morning/afternoon (depending on which power-hungry leader you ask) for Houston to set sail on Sunday for my cruise of the Western Caribbean. I've dreamt of cruising (the ocean, not the clubs) for years and this will be my test if this is the sort of life I really want to live. Lately my long-held beliefs of where I want to be in life and where I want to go have been tested. I've been up, I've been down, I've been on my back, I've been on my knees, all in all...it's been interesting, but I seem to be reaffirming those beliefs rather than uprooting them and readying myself for the life to come is all that I will continue to do. My value scheme I find to be radically different from the traditional gay man and this to has me both concerned and downtrodden. But, as my dear friend Ginny likes to remind me, I'm not the 50 year old these thoughts would seem to be from, but a 23 year old who has a life to live and dreams to find and rainbows to chase and hungers to sate.
Life is good.
Life is good.

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