Hard Days at the Office

Doing nothing is not as easy as people think it is, because in fact, it is not doing nothing, it is doing something you want to do not something you are required to do. So I treat every day as a day on the job, albeit a dream job if only on a two month contract. Terms of employment are not really terms rather ideas, goals are specific but flexible subject to constant change, and there is no penalty for missing deadlines.

My office for three days on my own at Sandos is at the Elite Pool, with a wicker table and chair, a queen size bed, view of the ocean and easy access to buffets, bars and beach. The three Bs if you will.

As opposed to not getting out of bed till 8:30 back in the world, I am up every day at 5:00 to see the sun rise at 6:05, do some stretching and gather the tools of the trade into my beach bag and secure tech bag. I have the pick of any chair, bed or section of sand as I am first up at the resort.

Once I have secured the prime location, I lock up the iPad and camera and head out for a half hour long walk to the south end of the beach, where the main exeercise of the day takes place. A stretching routine, 100 pushups, meditation and quick dip in the Caribbean Sea refreshes me for the walk back. After a cappuccino, and a breakfast of bacon, eggs, melon, pineapple, apple and watermelon I settle in for a quick nap. Once I wake it is into the ocean for a swim, rinse off in the pool. Then the work begins.

One of my objectives for the trip was to finish off a number of songs, that just wouldn't finish. This is the perfect setting to continue that. Since leaving I have in fact completed a number of songs including: Caribbean Morning, I'm Going Home, This Hold You Have On Me; all started before leaving. While watching the water aerobics last week an idea came for a song called Another Middle Age Girl. It came together in a day and could be the best one to date. Close to completion are I Know Why You Cried and Since I Bought My Cowboy Boots.

But the big stickler is one I tried to get ready for Jenny and Jeff's wedding last year, called the Only Girl in The Room, which is very personal, and I keep changing. The title actually came from a meeting at work when we had a boardroom full of male engineers and contractors, and one lone female. The title just jumped at me, and though the song has nothing to do with work, it has been in the progress ever since.

Tomorrow the road trip starts again, back to Belize. There are eleven days left in my journey, and I intend to make the best of it, ending off at Caracol to see the rebirth of the world at the end of the Mayan calendar. What happens next there, that remains to be seen.