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Welcome to “wandering to and fro”,

Recently (or maybe not so recently) I woke up and faced the one question that has plagued adult humans since the beginning of time…..”what do I want to be when I grow up”?  Only for me the question just happen to pop up in my mid- fifties.

All of a sudden  I woke up and found myself single, semi-retired, and empty nested.

What’s a gal to do?   How do you find that elusive thing called “passion” that everyone talks about?   by the way, I am beginning to hate that word.

Remember when you were young and it was the last day of school?  Even if you knew you weren’t going anywhere, the summer was still ripe with “possibilities”.  So maybe instead of trying to find my “passion” maybe I could just revert to my childhood and recapture that feeling of “possibilities”.

How does one start?  Take some classes, volunteer, go back to work?  After going round and round with that question, I kept coming back to the  one thing that has been a constant in my life, my love of travel.

I inherited my wanderlust from a great Aunt of mine who would tell me stories of the adventures she had while attempting to teach me how to play bridge.   While I never did get the hang of bridge but I did keep my dreams of Ocean liners, planes, trains and automobiles.

So I’m putting one foot in front of the other, as the song goes and going outside to play.  I hope to inspire you to do the same, while you may not find your “passion”, you may find a really cool place to visit.

Besides, you don’t want me to take this journey alone do you?  Because just like when I was in school sometimes I still need adult supervision.

Possibilities starts now!!

 

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