Tag: paradise

Today’s my birthday.  33 years old, just after our 33-day Pacific passage.  I’m in paradise for my birthday, sailing to a tropical island to snorkel with sharks and gorging on mangoes (my favorite fruit) to celebrate.  I feel blessed.

I have only one wish for my birthday from readers: check out Mamalode.com today to read my published story about why Rob and I choose to find friends under age 12.  Other than that, the other items that top my birthday list are a bit more existential.

1. Cuddling at night. It’s too hot to touch anyone.
2. IPA, especially Blackfoot IPA. No alcohol onboard during our month-long passage.
3. Dancing and headstands.
4. Our sofa.
5. Girlfriends.  And boyfriends.  And our family community.

Even though all I really need are mangoes, Rob, and a daily rainbow, here are the material things I miss most in the middle of the ocean:

1. More cotton clothes. Polyester feels icky when it’s salty.
2. Pictures of family and friends.
3. Lightweight folding camp chair.
4. A huge stash of dark chocolate.
5. Strong tea and espresso.

While I’m at it, I’d like to give thanks for this list of my favorite things I brought with me:

1. Pillow
2. Yoga mat
3. Guitar
4. Face wipes (thanks, Mom!)
5. Music

And for the things I left behind and won’t have to deal with in the upcoming year:

1. To-do lists
2. Socks and shoes
3. Jeans
4. Working
5. Cold