How do dreams start? Where does the idea come from?
It was a really cold, snowy, dreary and very long winter in NYC. The Sun seemed to have deserted our shore. Work was stressful and life just tired and a bit boring. What to do, what to do?.While lamenting this state of being with some friends the subject of vacation and travel came up. Someone was off to Jamaica, another to London for her Birthday, Japan, Dominican Republic, Italy, Guatemala and lots of travel to Florida. My life as a Nurse at a large teaching hospital in NY and member of a team negotiating a new contract for many of the Registered Nurses working there too,a member of many Professional Organizations and a Political volunteer, as well as a friend to many left me in the City without plans to leave...at least till Spring.
Hence I now was officially a
So....while walking through snow drifts, and sitting at a Negotiating table, and while sipping my morning coffee the idea and then the dream took shape. I would leave all the stress and board a plane....to....where?..when?
And so the dream began......
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