One year in

I just realized that this past weekend was the one-year birthday of Bring Limes. It went entirely uncelebrated, as I believe all one-year-old birthdays should.

Francis Bay, St. John, USVI

I've been to more than a few of those first birthday parties: the ones where the guest of honor is focused mostly on shrieking, random naps, arhythmic clapping, and the shamelessly frequent pooping of pants.

This description might also encapsulate Bring Limes to date.

A year in, I'm still not sure exactly where this is headed. I know I love water and music and, occasionally, words. I know I love curiosity. I know I love having a positive worldview.

I also know that if I don't actively seek out support for a positive worldview, I'm going to get buried in these increasingly grim times. The past year has been a rough one in that regard. The dumb and the mean and the loud have only gotten dumber and meaner and louder. Although I've chosen to avoid politics here, and commentary on world events in general, I see the atrocities just like you do. They affect me, and my world, just like they affect yours.

My carefully considered response? Sweet-ass surf vids and pictures of sea urchins. This is silly, of course. Ukulele-ing while Rome burns. But I need it.

As a distraction? Yes, I need it as a distraction. More important, though, I need it as a reminder: To go. To do. To be. No matter how weird shit gets.

This time last year, my schedule was such that going and doing and being weren't in the cards. So instead, late at night, I'd put on the google goggles and write about what I found. About other people who were going and doing and being. To remind myself it can be done. 

And I'll be damned if it didn't kind of work. Bring Limes has led me to palm-lined islands (literal and figurative both). It's led me to yoga and ukuleles. It's led me to some non-hippie stuff too.

So now it's a year later. I have no idea where to go from here. But I'll keep going anyway. And doing. And being. 

Thank you so much for coming along.