There is no shortcut to any place worth going

Christmas is upon us. I have sent out my christmas cards.

I have been enjoying a little christmas tree that the “concierge” put up on each floor in my building. 

I have celebrated a christmas lunch with my colleagues at work. 

I have made my own silly Christmas wish. I’m now ready for a christmas tradition my parents once started when I stopped believing in Santa and his little happy helpers. My parents would take each other and us kids by the hand and do what the birds do in fall and head south. 

I once upon a time stopped believing in Santa, later on in the existence of my soulmate, in Mr Right and in true love. I was pretty close to stop believing in love all together or at least love between me and a man, when out of nowhere somebody lands in my life. It was not a bird heading south, nor a man with a white beard and red outfit going "ho, ho, ho”.  It was a dark handsome man who entered my life and decided to start spreading lots of joy. He is doing a fine job helping me regaining belief in all kinds of things. 

I have however not regained my belief in Santa, so I will continue my parents tradition and take my Dominican by the hand, grab our passports and then we will hike ourselves to Toronto, flip flop ourselves to San Jose in Costa Rica and finally GPS ourselves right into ... the jungle. We have a long journey in front of us before we reach our destination. I will not be completely satisfied until I’m hanging out in a hammock while my dude is relaxing in what ever way he wishes. Hopefully somewhere close to me. My Christmas wish this year is a hammock but that’s just because I already found love.

There is no shortcut to anyplace worth going … better make sure you are in good company.