09/19 — Life on the Road
See, I have a Plan.
I’m gonna buy a bus. Or RV. Or something. And I’m gonna move into it, me and the cats and the computer and all the herbs. And I’m gonna live wherever the heck I want.
This makes sense, I swear.
For several reasons, but only one of which is the really big one.
- I could tell you how it’ll make my life easier. I have friends and family all over hell AND creation, and I don’t see any of them often enough. Because no matter where I am, most of them are too far away.
- I could talk about the festivals and events and shows that I can’t do because they’re too damn far away, and I don’t have the money/don’t want to be away from home/Chocolate that long.
- I could say that I can, because I work online, because I sell at shows everywhere.
But simply and at the root of it, I love traveling. Being on the road. Into the distance, off to the next adventure, the journey not the destination. I want no destination. I want all destinations. And I want to GO GO GO.
Because there’s so much out there that’s beautiful, O my best beloveds, so much to see, to go, to be in, to BE. And here I am stuck here.
It’s not that I’m stuck in Tennessee, particularly. I’d be as stuck in Pennsylvania or Colorado or anywhere. It’s that I’m stuck here, wherever HERE is, I am stuck, I cannot move.
Yeah, I can pack up the car and Loiosh and go, but then I’m away from my Bumper and my Emily, my desk with everything Just So, my stuff which alas I still need some of. I’m tethered, and soon enough I’ll have to go back, and it’s always too soon.
But if I bring it with me…
Like a snail with its home on its back…
Chocolate, my sweet Bumperkitty, is always there.
I sleep always in my. Own. Bed.
(Which really does make the sleeping easier.)
I’m always at my. Own. Desk when I am blogging or twittering or whateveritisthatIdo.
If I run out of soap, poof! I can run home and make more.
Cos it’s right there.
All not-very-much-that-I-own is right there with me.
That’s been the goal…
…of all this decluttering. The smaller vehicle I fit into, the better gas mileage, the easier to drive, the more places I can get to more easily.
That’s been the goal of expanding my online businesses, because it’s not just Om Shanti Naturals, now, there’s more to it than that (and more about that soon)…
That’s been the goal of the planning and plotting and RV-hunting and money-saving I’ve been doing for more than a year now.
And that’s why I’m posting this — it’s not just telling all y’all what the Plan is, it’s me putting it out there that this is what I want to do, and I need an RV for that, and it’s time to manifest that RV into my life.
(Although the decluttering, now, that has its own merits.
The less stuff…
…the better it is…
…the lighter I feel, the less to clean, easier to find what I’m looking for, less to trip over…
But those aren’t the main reason. The less stuff, the easier to take off, to take flight, to GO.)
What are you running from?
I got some answers to that question.
- From? Must I be running from? Perhaps I am running TO.
- Perhaps I am running from a Life of Quiet Desperation*
- The third answer has some rude words, so I shan’t spell it out here, but if you really REALLY think I’m running away, c’mere, I’m’a tell you a couple things.
* Perhaps you might recognize the quote. Look at your life. Really look at it.
Here, have a hanky. I know. I’ve been there. I know you’re feeling stuck where you are. YOU CAN GET OUT TOO. I promise.
But more about that later.
I am running TO.
I am running to adventure, to freedom, to my people, my land.
I am running to my family (who I will get to see far more often this way.)
I am running to life and living it.
It’s time to GO.
Time to GO.
I have Plans. And plots. I’ve done a crapton of research. Whatever objection, whatever ‘but that’s impossible because’ you’re about to give me, I promise you, I’ve thought about it.
I’m not going to give you the details now. There are too many. Too much is still up in the air. And the details aren’t what this is about anyways.
This is about me, getting this out to the Universe.
Here is this. Here is me. I am wide open, waiting to see how this will happen. If it’s not quite like I envisioned it, that’s how life is, isn’t it?
But it’s time. It’s to to get on the road. Time to travel, to spend time with the people I love. Time to go.
Go and see, go and breathe, go and see the world, smell it all, breathe it all, hike it all, climb it all, see it all.
A disclaimer of sorts.
I know some of you think I’m nuts. Some of you envy me (YOU CAN DO IT TOO! GO DO IT TOO!). Some of you don’t want me to. Some of you are afraid.
That’s okay. This is not your life. This is not your plan. You don’t have to do this, unless it’s what you really want (and if it is, let’s talk!).
It’s mine. It’s time to go.