We all have a once upon a time moments in life – the beginnings of the story, the start of drama or big adventure – the once before the now.

Our story started as a love story, but you can get a big picture view via “about us” this post is the starting point for this journey.

We live in a big comfortable home which we have renovated with great care and attention, yet now it often feels too big, too finished, too defining. Our home has become the thing that people can recognise us by. We have by default become our stuff.

Our children are becoming their own and rightly so. Our job though not complete is well under way and the time to step back so they can step up is upon us.

This may be the middle of things and maybe that’s it, but how many Monday morning’s can you drive to work and wonder who is the person holding that wheel and why continue that same highway day to day, week to week and year in and out.

My mother reads the obituaries daily as did her mother before her – this thought is my nightmare …but is it my time, to start marking the passing of time for the people I know? Time is not free.

My girlfriend is in a losing battle with breast cancer. I can only watch in pain and with fascinated horror as her precious life slips away. Her death is not going in a dramatic bang, but as a painful, no excruciating slip. Each day she slips, slipping further from hers and her families control as she moves at an accelerated pace to her final moment.

Life’s a bitch and not fair, but it certainly makes you sit up and reconsider….

I find myself thanking God that it is her and not me. If given a cup of change, I know I wouldn’t be brave and take it. This thought makes me feel guilty. I hate guilt.

“Live life to the full and be courageous  my father tells me.

That’s why you’re reading this.

I am now committed to marking experiences, not marking obituaries.

The Captain has always wanted to sail the seas, to visit St Paul and gather crayfish from the rocks, to swim at empty beaches and walk the sand of Pacific beaches.

The discussion of why not, has been had. Our home is now on the market, my job is better as it has an end point and my stuff no longer defines me.

Captain and I have both agreed on a date, we agree a monohull for the second wife rather than first, that the boat will be newer, rather than old, and that safe and fast is a priority.

So here we are-  my first entry in what I think will be a written journey as well as one that will be sailed and danced upon the ocean . I hope my writing will be honest but hopefully not so raw nor soul searching as this post feels.

However I will always be me and tell you my reality and perception of things.

So this is it Welcome to this new Once Upon A Time, a journey to be shared…

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