My life has been a complex collection of successes and failures that have culminated into the person I am. I think we all can look back and see where we have missed it, but the beauty of it is that the lessons are all there for us to learn from, gain from and grow from. We can continue on the same ride, or we can change it.
If I had my dream life I would be a writer. Just write everything. I can picture myself in a room with some kind of antique desk in front of a big picture window somewhere on the English countryside pouring thousands of words into a laptop. Trouble is, I love electricity and sometimes writing just doesn’t keep the lights on. I always knew I would write, I must have a thousand novels hidden deep within my soul and this dream of mine has always played second fiddle to the demands life offers. I always knew that someday I would be able to follow my true passion, and I feel like even though I won’t be in front of that picture window somewhere on the English countryside, I can do the best with what I have and simply start. And this I have done. My first work of fiction is well underway. “264 moons” has indeed become my fifth child. I plan on self publishing this novel, along with a coffee table book of my photos and a book on the current travel endeavor, with a chapter for each location.
I somehow raised three sons and one daughter (who by the way are my whole and entire purpose for this life and are each adored for the amazing people they are), and educated myself a little later than most and am now a Family Nurse Practitioner. I am working to combine the two vocations, one out of being capable, and one out of passion, to create something, although I’m not altogether sure of what it is I’m creating. As with most things, time will tell. I am not in control of what is around the next corner, and although it may not be book worthy, it may be blog worthy. This is my hope. Being a lifetime amateur photographer will paint a picture along the way.
At this juncture in life I am more of a “why not” person instead of a “why”. I have chosen to give up my home (scary, yes) and travel for the next two years or so with certain goals in mind. Again, from experience, I realize that plans can change, goals change, and sometimes things just don’t work out. I feel there is a lot to learn out there, tons of pictures for me to take, more stories for me to both tell and write, and people to help. There is much need in this country of ours, especially with the aged, the Vets, single parent homes and children. I’m not sure I can make a big difference, but I do believe I can perhaps make a small one and write about it on the way.
It is my wish that this blog can be both a diary of sorts, and a place to share. A format to express views no matter if they are similar. Those of you who know me know how I love a good banter! I am hoping that there will be some that would like to come with me and share in my journey and participate when the opportunity arises. I honestly do not know how this will turn out, but that is what makes it the adventure it was born to be.
So, as I sit here and realize my life is in boxes in some storage unit, my kids are in four different cities and scattered in different states, I have two suitcases in the process of being packed, and I depart this next coming weekend for some dot on the map in North Dakota, I don’t feel scared. I am open for whatever life has in store for me, am open to learning new things, meeting new people, and finding new words to describe the experience. For those of you who will follow this journey, I assure you it won’t be dull and I thank you for taking the time. (you can follow or get emails alerting of new posts on the sidebar to the left) I welcome any and all comments or suggestions, and perhaps will be in need of an occasional couch to rest my head if these assignments don’t line up as I hope they will. I guess you could call me “professionally homeless”, and that makes me laugh!
Until next time…….Cheers!