I tend to be full of phrases that begin with: “One weekend we should so…” But that’s as far as my elaborate plans usually go. I think I more enjoy exciting words coming out of my mouth than I do actually executing exciting things (but that’s another post on its own).
So a couple months ago I had the grand idea of forcing myself to execute these ideas. (I got the inspiration from somewhere on the net and I would send you over there right now if I had any idea how to re-find it.)
I wrote each forever-lovely adventure idea on a popsicle stick and stuck them all in a jar. Each weekend we’d pull one out and have no choice but to begin a new adventure.
Last weekend, after two months of dust-collecting, the jar received its first visit and we pulled our first adventure:
Not impressed. As good of an idea as this seemed at the time of its conception, I know that waking up at 5 am is just not fun. Hence why I would never actually do it… unless a popsicle stick told me to.
Saturday morning the alarms went off at 5am and after a few minutes of should we actually get up‘s we decided that the popsicle’s word was law and if we didn’t wake up we were officially not fun. We skipped coffee (something one should never do) and headed out on a journey to the East Coast where we could actually see the sun wake up. Island life comes in handy at times like this where we can get from the West Coast to the East in 15 minutes. Being on the West Coast we’re blessed with beautiful sunsets every day but that means that sunrises are not our specialty. Unaware of the logistics of it all, seeing that the sky had become a much lighter shade of black we decided the sun had already risen. We sat in the car on the top of a hill and looked over the East Coast…
The world was quiet and dim. Although I admired the serenity, I couldn’t help but wonder why it wasn’t pretty and colourful. We sat there like that admiring the sunrise for a good 20 minutes before the sun actually started to rise… It made more sense then.
Everyone knows that everything (except for me) looks that much prettier in the early morning light. Our drive along the East Coast could not have been a better example (of things being pretty and me not so much):
The East Coast of Barbados sits comfortably between unspoiled green hills and the roaring Atlantic Ocean, far away from the hotels, wi-fi hotspots and hagglers of the South and West Coasts. Tourists will come to the island time and time again without ever seeing the true essence of Barbadian beauty found on the East. It’s underrated, untouched and undoubtedly one of my favourite parts of this rock.
I couldn’t help but notice on our two hour drive around nowhere that it’s funny how, with lovely lighting and the right person, you can drive the same roads you’ve driven time and time again but see them for the very first time.
Here’s my 5-10am Saturday drive. We almost made it around the whole thing didn’t we? Next time. The moon was our fake sunrise, the sun the real one and the pink spots all the other places we spent our time.
So if my little popsicle stick could make me do all of these shananigans before 10AM – what could yours do? If you’re lazy, procrastinate and prefer to watch Pawn Stars all day than to actually leave your bed but you dream of someday actually doing something somewhere outside then you should probably go get some popsicle sticks (and then become my BFF because you’re me).
Until next time