Having roped up the old pony and saddle a few months ago, I’m excited that it’s time to get back on the horse and get back to normal life. With just a few radiation treatments remaining, I’ve spent the last two evenings sending out my resume like a maniac/Maine-iac! Just imagine, a phone call of interest…arranging the meeting…starting another new chapter in my life…daunting in a sense yet totally exciting to me.
I have a plan this time, goals and savings and all … yes, I should have done this sooner and been more adult but my bills are always paid even if my refrigerator isn’t always full. Goal … an RV of some size… within the next five years bought and paid for in full in order to take my aging father on one last wild adventure in the RV to anywhere he wants to go. I keep reviewing all these cool places and cool ideas…the thought of this trip with Dad and my sister makes me totally excited, reminds me just how alive my heart and spirit are and have been, and how shocked my father will be when I kidnap him out of the blue!
Maybe I’m crazy…maybe wandering will become my new way of life…maybe I’ve always wandered in a sense and am just realizing it. Either way, my perspective has changed throughout this whole ordeal and the only reason I’m jumping back into the rat race, getting back in the saddle, rejoining the grown up world, is to ultimately satisfy my need to roam in an RV, take pictures, write about it, and give Dad the shock of his life with this unlimited adventure on my dime. It’s realistic right? I’m not totally mental! LOL
For too long, I have been away from the adult world of stop and go, work and play. It’s not who I am. Before, I worked because it was the right thing to do, the grown up thing to…bills have to be paid. That was it … no other goals… no hopes or dreams that it would result in anything more. It’s sad when I think about it … I rarely even shopped. My kids had the necessities and it always seemed enough but it wasn’t, ISN’T! I need this adventure as much as my father does … maybe more I am starting to think as I put it into writing. And my kids and my life deserve more … we haven’t had a family vacation in a long time … how wrong is that. So let’s throw that in there too… an awesome family escape to somewhere, camping even if close by or preferably somewhere like Yellowstone or Big Bear or Stone Mountain.
It’s symbolic I guess as I’m reading through/along … to be the wandering cowgirl/mama/daughter I have to do the grown up thing and get back on the pony and out onto the range and in the field. It’s the only way not only to host the adventure my heart and spirit needs but to fulfill some missed adventures and experiences for my family. Close by, far away doesnt matter so long as it is concentrated time together that we can afford. Giddy up!