As we sat and looked out across the marina, watching the boats gently rock back and forth on the water, the impossible almost seemed possible. We discussed our current situation, our goals and more importantly our fears; or rather my fears of the future.
Ian listened and gave me his advice, the way he always does. Always truthful, and sometimes a little harsh. I need harsh, it makes me look at the bigger picture, take stock of things and it helps me to decide my next step.
Last Sunday was our wedding anniversary. 4 years ago, on a very hot day in Las Vegas, Ian and I said ‘I do’. We’ve not had chance to go back yet; we’re hoping we can revisit next year for our 5th anniversary.
We decided to take a well-earned break last weekend and headed over to Conwy for the day. I felt the need to be near the sea, so that’s exactly what we did. We visited the castle and then explored the tiny streets, stopping for the occasional coffee.
I say occasional, probably about four. Ian loves his coffee. Whenever we go anywhere, our day ALWAYS starts and ends with coffee.
We then sat on the harbour and looked out across the water. I love days like this; these are the days we plan. Plan for the future and discuss our next steps. What do we want? When do we want them by? What if they don’t work…..? That question is always mine. Always.
We left feeling ready for the next step. Feeling positive about things to come. I can’t help but feel that the impossible isn’t actually impossible after all. It just takes a dream and then a plan of how to make the dream a reality.
I have the dream and now I’m working on my plan…..
……and as Hannibal Smith always said: “I love it when a plan comes together”.Filed under: Personal Comments (4)