Quote Originally Posted by Sherm View Post
My wife has been trying to figure this out as well. She says gets on the plane with me, but she gets off the plane with someone else. I keep looking for that other person but I can't see him.
I find that the first few weeks back from trips to Jamaica I feel more like myself. I am, at heart, laid back...creative...fairly care free...and then THIS place starts to tear me up again, and make me operate more like a shark, out to eat all in its path...competition...speed...work work work...that is valued more than a soul...

Within a month...because of work...the commute...meetings with the suited clan I belong to...the knowledge I need to make my mortgage payment to be close to work so I can pay for my mortgage payment...that unholy cycle...stresses me...wears on me...it works for me on paper but inside I'm a mess.

Somehow...and it's not an easy life...I think even the most poverty stricken Jamaicans I've met have it RIGHT. I can't put my finger on it...

That's the magic, for me. The spirit...a feeling that I get nowhere else.