"Adventure is what happens when you just did something stupid."
Change is inevitable. We fight it, stress about it and make it harder than it needs to be. I'll admit it, I have a huge change looming in front of me and I'm scared shitless. Gaining freedom is giving up power. Or is it? What power am I really giving up? It's just changing, evolving.
You see, ever since I had my kids at a young age I said I would be forty and FREE. Well guess what? I am now forty, the kids are off seeing the world and here I am faced with a decision, what do I do with my third child, my gym? Do I stay or do I go?
I want to go. I have always wanted to go. I have a gypsy heart and a soul that wants to wander. So I give up my gym and we hit the road in a big ol RV cozy enough for two. Good plan, right? Easier said than done. My other half is like an oak tree. His roots are as deep as my wings are light. He needs a place, that place where we all can meet up, some place that will always be there when we are tired of the road. A place for the boys when they are home from sea. How do we have both? What gives? How do I make my dreams come true while keeping my family together?
I'm here at the crossroads. Which way do I go? I can't stand here forever.