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| Seaweed Jr. ready to go! |
A few days ago I had an amazing experience in Acapulco. Doesn’t seem possible after the recent violence there, but Adam & I indeed found a little something that was better then we could have expected.
Adam has been a fan of turtles since we purchased a cute little turtle puppet for my niece Émilie in Grand Cayman a few years ago. (Shelly travels with us as Émilie thought it best if we were the “keepers” of Shelly for a while.) Princess offers an excursion that lets you release a baby sea turtle into the ocean off the beach where they’ve hatched at their protective turtle farm. We jumped on the opportunity and there we were, being handed our own little baby turtle, only 15 hours old between our thumb and index finger, wriggling around as if already riding the waves of the ocean they were about to venture out into. Their tiny shells, no bigger than a loonie (or a mini York Peppermint Patty for my friends south of the border) were still soft, but there they are, ready to go into the great unknown. I really didn’t want to let him go, so scared for him. How can this tiny little thing, just hatched and still blind, understand the dangers that were out there, almost waiting for him? Not only did he have to just make it to that first wave, but after that survive the waiting predators, fishing nets and strong currents that loomed in his future. But, the second I placed him on the beach, he took off like a rocket, literally running to the waves. Within seconds he was on the edge of the wave that would change his life forever, and in he went, without hesitation, knowing ultimately it’s where he belonged.
I’m currently standing on the edge of a big wave, a life change that has me hesitating at the beach, wondering if I should turn and run back to the safety of the sand, what I’ve known and felt is right for the past seven years. But something about the unknown, that big open scary world is making me run right into it. Right into bills, schedules, and a job I know is right for me. Yes ladies and gentlemen, this turtle will be hanging up her shell from cruise ship life to try out land life and give it a fighting chance. Not to worry! I won’t necessarily be depriving the world of my meadowlark-like tones, I just honestly need to give my voice a rest after this year, and give my equilibrium a sense of stability for a few months.
I have been lucky to have pursued my dream, albeit on a cruise ship, (remember when that job was scoffed at? No more debt and a nice nest-egg started thanks to that second rate performing gig!) and I am lucky to close it off (for now) with a wonderful group of talented and graceful people…except Jamie. She’s got issues. Anyway, some people get to dabble in their dream for only a day as a once in a lifetime, and I got to sing to thousands of people a week for the last seven years, and drag my family and friends along the way to experience this life as best I could. It hasn’t always been smooth sailing from contract to contract, but without the waves, there would be no stories to tell, no lessons learned, no Manolo Blahnik’s purchased.
I never say never, but for now, like my Shelly and Seaweed Jr. in Acapulco, I eagerly wait to crash into the next wave of excitement that is our life on land.
Fingers crossed for calm seas.
Adam has been a fan of turtles since we purchased a cute little turtle puppet for my niece Émilie in Grand Cayman a few years ago. (Shelly travels with us as Émilie thought it best if we were the “keepers” of Shelly for a while.) Princess offers an excursion that lets you release a baby sea turtle into the ocean off the beach where they’ve hatched at their protective turtle farm. We jumped on the opportunity and there we were, being handed our own little baby turtle, only 15 hours old between our thumb and index finger, wriggling around as if already riding the waves of the ocean they were about to venture out into. Their tiny shells, no bigger than a loonie (or a mini York Peppermint Patty for my friends south of the border) were still soft, but there they are, ready to go into the great unknown. I really didn’t want to let him go, so scared for him. How can this tiny little thing, just hatched and still blind, understand the dangers that were out there, almost waiting for him? Not only did he have to just make it to that first wave, but after that survive the waiting predators, fishing nets and strong currents that loomed in his future. But, the second I placed him on the beach, he took off like a rocket, literally running to the waves. Within seconds he was on the edge of the wave that would change his life forever, and in he went, without hesitation, knowing ultimately it’s where he belonged.
I’m currently standing on the edge of a big wave, a life change that has me hesitating at the beach, wondering if I should turn and run back to the safety of the sand, what I’ve known and felt is right for the past seven years. But something about the unknown, that big open scary world is making me run right into it. Right into bills, schedules, and a job I know is right for me. Yes ladies and gentlemen, this turtle will be hanging up her shell from cruise ship life to try out land life and give it a fighting chance. Not to worry! I won’t necessarily be depriving the world of my meadowlark-like tones, I just honestly need to give my voice a rest after this year, and give my equilibrium a sense of stability for a few months.
I have been lucky to have pursued my dream, albeit on a cruise ship, (remember when that job was scoffed at? No more debt and a nice nest-egg started thanks to that second rate performing gig!) and I am lucky to close it off (for now) with a wonderful group of talented and graceful people…except Jamie. She’s got issues. Anyway, some people get to dabble in their dream for only a day as a once in a lifetime, and I got to sing to thousands of people a week for the last seven years, and drag my family and friends along the way to experience this life as best I could. It hasn’t always been smooth sailing from contract to contract, but without the waves, there would be no stories to tell, no lessons learned, no Manolo Blahnik’s purchased.
I never say never, but for now, like my Shelly and Seaweed Jr. in Acapulco, I eagerly wait to crash into the next wave of excitement that is our life on land.
Fingers crossed for calm seas.
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