A time for work...

There is a time for all things, a time to work, a time to cry, a time to sleep, ...did I mention a time to work already? For those of you who suspected that I live the life of an international playgirl over here in the Caymans, you couldn't have been more mistaken. The last 4 months has been my time to work; work so hard that I finish my 12 hour day (spent between ocean, boat, road, and office) and look forward to nothing more than the sweet oblivion of sleep at the end of it.

That kind of punishing schedule was certainly character building but it also had the unfortunate side-effect of drying up my creative impulses, like a drought-blasted river bed. Thus the blog came to a grinding halt. The stories were there, just inside my head, but my fingers were not willing.

It is with profound relief that I can say I have survived 4 months, and look forward to an altered schedule from now on. After a dramatic new year's resolution, consisting of the two magic words "I quit", my employer renegotiated my contract to a more part-time arrangement, which, blessedly involves weekends off and less physical labour! Yes!

Today was the first day of my 'freedom schedule' and I have relished every moment.

Now, on the first day of my 29th year, I will attempt to fill you in on the last 4 months in the Cayman Islands.