Bold Scottish Future

β€œThe best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley.”
― Robert Burns

What an excellent last morning to have a hot Scott brew, (this of course is a brew of coffee)! This morning’s coffee was a toasty brew scented with nutmeg and a spike of cinnamon, cloves, with a shot of chili powder. Quite a robust combination for a robust year completed, I do declare! The drink suited me quite well this snowy morning as I gazed out the window and thought about the spices I had added to my coffee on this last day before my birthday.

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My chosen spices reflect the kind of year I had. The cinnamon and nutmeg are bold flavors. While the cloves are a feisty flavor. And the chili powder is a strong spicy somewhat ruthless kick. Like the spices my year has played out in a rather interesting collage of, dare I say, exhilarating events.

I thought about all the adventures I have had this year. Of all the struggles I’ve endured. Like the week my cupboards were completely bare and I ate nothing but porridge, or when I biked the whole length around my town, or drove a school bus. I also thought about all the adventures I’m planning for this coming year. The extravagant adventures that will hopefully take me on many adventures around the world, Scotland, Ireland, Malaysia, Turkey, Kuwait… etc. There are one too many decisions to be made in this coming year. I am a trifle too exhilarated for them all to come!

I would love to bake scones and crumpets for my coffee shop, to sail to Scotland and enjoy a wee bit of good whiskey. To learn Scottish-Gaelic and to earn my Bachelor’s degree, and publish a book. With all these dreams their is a might bit of trouble. Haha, is that any surprise, that there be a fly in the ointment? Ha! My funds for such adventures are a mighty bit scant. Tarnation!

mountain under white sky

Someday, I hope to gather the funds to travel to Scotland, though. Honestly, I would like to someday live there, I think Inverness would be a lovely place to live. I’m a country mouse and I daresay that will not change when I move. As I feel comfort in having the space of the farm.

I’d like to have a little farm with a milking cow, a gaggle of geese and chickens. I’d like a nice nook in the front room with a rocking chair that I will sit at and knit.

Well, like all good chapters in life, their final strokes of justice permeate even the most unsteady futures.

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