Assuming I live to 90 (not sure I want to think about that too much), I am currently slap bang in my middle age. I’m female, brought up in the UK, then married a Canadian while working in Japan and have been living, with my husband (apart from a brief stint in West Africa), in Ontario ever since.
I don’t have children, but I do have three dogs (and fully understand that isn’t the same thing). Since moving to Canada I have fallen in love with “the outdoors” (as opposed to “the indoors” of the local pub, which would more accurately represent my pre-Canada preferences). I mountain bike and road bike and fat bike and bike tour. I ski, and quilt. I am in the throws of launching a start-up and I have a dream of becoming a goat herder. I am blessed that my husband, my friends and my family have very open minds and as a general rule support me in my endeavors. In fact, it’s fair to say that my husband is my partner in this adventure we call life (apart from the quilting bit).
I started this blog years ago. I think it was in response to the fact that I was lonely, in a new country, and because, to me, the changes I was experiencing in my life were so remarkable. I sort of had to get them written down somewhere. Now I am writing it because I’ve met many other people who have chosen to live in a way that some might consider unconventional, and I want to share my stories and those of the people I know, so that anyone reading this will understand that there are myriad ways to live a happy and fulfilled life, and that there is so much to experience if you are just prepared to take a little chance, learn something new, and step out of your comfort zone.
That said, don’t expect anything to too deep from this blog – it is just a record of the things that interest me at the moment I am writing. I hope that if you read it, it will entertain you, and that’s it.
Oh, and if you were wondering why the funky title, it’s because when I did come to Canada in 2001 I struggled quite significantly with poor mental health and spent a lot of sleepless nights worrying about everything and anything, and, well, quite literally gazing at my navel. Those experiences are, thankfully, many years behind me but I kept the title because I like it and because it reminds me to appreciate and nurture what I have now, including good mental health. Hurrah for that ;0)