We Can’t Plan for a Future that Has No Past

“The time has come,” the Walrus said, “to speak of many things…”

I hadn’t read through the whole poem of The Walrus and the Carpenter, by Lewis Carroll until today. It’s a horrible story! But that well-known line captures the feeling I’ve had for months – the necessity to state the truth of the situation and move forward.

Moving forward means going toward the future, a future that has no basis in past experience, nothing to look at and say, “When this happened before, this is what I did.” If Covid has done nothing else, it’s shown me how much I’ve depended on the past to navigate and plan for what’s next.

So now I’m flying by seat-of-the-pants intuition and my gut.

All the while nursing mild hysteria at being cooped up without nearly enough social stimulation. Not to mention the black hole of lonesomeness for my family a g’zillion miles away. So if what I’m about to say sounds impetuous….

It’s not.

My decision is based upon hundreds of hours of banging my head against a wall, meditating, then banging my head a few more times for good measure. In other words, I’ve thoroughly thought it through, considered all the options, changed my mind then changed it back, and finally have arrived at a place of knowing what I want.

I’m selling the lease on my property here in Ubud and embarking on the next great adventure.

Please check out this link and forward it to anyone you think might be curious or interested. Income Property with Owner’s Studio Suite in Ubud

Bali has been my home for nine years. That’s longer than four of my marriages. I’ve thrived here. The island welcomed me, nurtured me, and grounded me in a deeper understanding of myself. Out of a driving desire to communicate with Ketut’s family, I learned to speak Indonesian and my escapades on the back of his motorbike will remain some of the most precarious and precious moments of my life.

It’s been a glorious ride, literally and figuratively. But my gypsy soul has itchy feet and my Viking heart is pounding a new rhythm.

Do I know what’s next?

Remember, there’s no past giving me clues to the future, and my crystal ball’s gone cloudy. But I can stay in the present moment and take the next right step. Then the next. And the next. To relieve myself of my responsibilities here is the first right thing. The old must be set aside before the new can emerge.

“The time has come...”

12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Amanda Pugh
    Nov 16, 2020 @ 20:36:36

    So are you leaving Bali?

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  2. Rosemary Donnelly
    Nov 16, 2020 @ 21:56:26

    Brava, my courageous sister! Wherever the path takes you, I know for sure your indomitable spirit goes with you. I look forward to your next adventure…

    Liked by 1 person


  3. Anonymous
    Nov 16, 2020 @ 22:54:19

    Sounds like long-awaited new episodes of “Then came Bronson” are in the early planning stage. πŸ˜‰

    Liked by 1 person


  4. Kate Diamond
    Nov 17, 2020 @ 01:55:12

    I am applauding and smiling from rainy Seattle for you, Sherry! You have done the work, listened to yourself, and turned towards your next adventure. It gets harder to pull us out of our routine we’ve crafted as we get older, but there are those of us that just have ‘happy feet’ and need to do this. I am doing it also… cheers!

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  5. Anonymous
    Nov 17, 2020 @ 04:12:37

    You’re amazing, Sherry, and very brave! A true adventurer. Have you any idea of the first step in your new journey? I wish you all the best in your new life and look forward to many more fascinating blogs.πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™

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  6. Kim
    Nov 18, 2020 @ 07:45:50

    I’ve been here in Ubud for 1 1/2 years. Thinking of purchasing in this area. I would like to come have a look with my friend who forwarded this information to me.

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