A Bourdanian Night
Bourdanian Nights don't just happen... They usually begin with mornings that lead to afternoons, and then before you know it... Night has arrived. "Feeling my way through the darkness guided by a beating a heart. I can't tell where the journey will end. But I know where to start." There I was standing in my Airbnb kitchen in miserable talking to my new Thai surgeon friend while she hustled about getting a quick breakfast ready while I was lost in deep thought with so much anger burning. How did a dream go so sideways? Was I not living a dream? I made and was suppose to succeed Down Under! This is my “Walk about”... My Gap year. My epic restart to a life but was derailed months time ago. I was trying to inspire and show my friends, family, or anyone that would listen or pay attention that you can make it all happen - Dreams… Only to find oneself jobless with another dive charter canceled under what looked to me like dubious excuses – Weather. "They tell me I'...
