Do not go where the path may lead,
go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
We had our path all planned out...if not the actual driving path, then the path on which we would forge ahead with our new life. Only one small, minuscule, problematic obstacle continues to stand in the way. HOUSE.
Everyone loves it...but no one will buy it. So, as September looms, I am reminded that I will not be entering a classroom, attending meetings, or getting paid. Not that I am upset about any of it. It is just a reminder of how long it is taking for us to begin on this new path.
The one thing I am thoroughly enjoying is the freedom I am experiencing. My mind is moving at a mile a minute, so sleep has not been forthcoming without some sort of small, oval aid. My creative juices are flowing which makes it painfully obvious how much I am lacking in certain skills.
My newest passion, which has been bubbling at the surface for some time, is writing. I just published my first article for an online site called Suite101.com. Here it is...
I hope to only improve, but now that I have, so they say, "popped my cherry," the words should come a little easier.
If I could focus on only this, that may be the case, but I am also working on my other newest passion; beading. I know next-to-nothing about making jewelry, but with Youtube as my guide, I am finding it to be quite fun. Sadly, though, it has brought to the forefront how badly I need glasses. (I used to wear reading glasses once-upon-a time). Thanks to my $3 in CVS ExtraBucks, I was able to get a pair of 125 strength eyeglasses. Which, of course, inspired me to make some beaded eyeglass lanyards. Cause and effect people.
My hope is that at the very least, I will be able to use some new-found skills and talents to make a few Extra Bucks of my own.
And then, there's the man...
Throughout this summer, Steve has been working non-stop. We have barely seen him. Between working details for the East Providence Police Department, and helping a friend with his beer line cleaning business, daddy has been very busy. We love him for all he has done. It has been tough. We are hoping the stress, lack of sleep, and long, long hours will be worth it.
The path we are taking is not traditional or conventional; and it isn't scary. I guess it should be; but, as my mom has always said about us, somehow, we fall into shit and come out smelling like roses. Compared to the manure we could be in, this isn't so bad. And the sweet smell of roses will be even more fragrant when we finally break lose and hit the road.
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