So, on Monday, April 22, 2019, I turned in all of my keys and said a BIG and LOUD southern “FU” to rent. I was tired of giving away over $1000/mth for 4 walls (that didn’t talk to me when I needed them to) and experiencing sporadic episodes of depression. I felt as if I was locked in a prison cell with no hope for parole … one cell, one short/rusty toilet, and a toddler bed. Though I had many amenities and “things” that could change my mood (temporarily), I was still not happy. I wanted freedom to explore the unknown, meet like-minded wanderers, and travel like there was no end in sight.
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m finally preparing myself for #vanlife. Living the new American Dream.
What the H***! Krazy Kat Advantures?!? Yes, you read that right … No need to adjust your screen or wipe the dust from your spectacles. I am contemplating living life minimally and off-grid in a metal box with wheels. Allow me to rephrase that … my southern ethnic ass is really thinking about living full-time in a pimped out cargo van. You can thank my friend, a military veteran, for the idea. Several months ago, she sent me a stream of youtube videos (see a few below) with a text (and, I honestly read it in her voice) … “girl, you need to watch this.” Ever since that day, I’ve been hooked on #vanlife. Negative Nancy will no longer haunt me … Nomad Nathaniel saves me while flying around in a cape crafted with baby wipes and treading about in thigh high hiking boots. Haha!
But, why live in a van? You may ask. Why not? I’ve had my share of living and partially owning (you’re the lender’s biotch for 15 or 30 years) beautiful homes in the suburbs and renting apartments in the city. When I shared my idea with others, you wouldn’t believe the looks and feedback that I received. At this point in my life and at this age (41 in less than 1.5 weeks), I can only show the naysayers what they only wish or dream they could do. I’m like this, you can continue to sit up in your sticks, bricks, and/or vinyl like a prisoner not eligible for parole and I’ll travel the country in my rose gold metal/plastic box with wheels. All, with a little less stress and more dinero in my bank account. I have goals to become debt free, have at least $1,000,000 in savings, and live without limitations. Anything is possible, right? In order to bring that into fruition, I must let go of those things that truly never made me happy. One being my former husband … oh, my bad, veered off the road there for a minute. Anywho, I’m a firm believer in DREAMING BIG, THINKING BIG, and DOING BIG THINGS.
I finally want to be free and as cliche as this may sound, spread my wings and fly. Well, in this case, put the pedal to the floor and explore the unknown one mile at a time. I am so flipping excited. I can’t seem to contain my excitement. I get to shower in the wild, shit in a bucket, and wake up with a view only seen in travel mags
Stay tuned family for more … Vroom Vroom!
We are truly blessed beyond many measures to be living in the moment at this second, at this minute, at this hour in the year 2018. l, for one, am grateful for the birds that sing such soothing melodies … the sun that emits ultraviolet rays producing a natural source of vitamin D … the trees that protect us … the wild things that we often take for granted. Oh yes, I am so grateful. Ahh! Waking up in the early hours of the day inhaling the scent of fall … pumpkin spice, cinnamon, and a smidgen of this and that. With my arms outstretched and my mind at peace, I am beyond thankful.
Give thanks to all living things not only on this day, but every day.
Celebrate gratitude! One stranger at a time! Remember, we are all in this together!
Happy Year of Thanks to All!
I know, I know, it’s been awhile … I’ve been in this funk. You know, that nasty, can’t seem to release some shit funk … that I wish I never met his/her trifling ass funk or that damn, where the hell is he (singletons, you know what I mean) kind of funk. That I wish I were a rich mofo (monetarily that is) funk … that celibacy funk (now, that’s some powerful shit) … that I wish I had a slender waist, a slightly fuller bust with an early 20’s perkiness, a bounce back ass and abs like a 1920’s washboard. Now, that’s some funk!
Don’t judge me, I am just in this “funkity” funk … But, with everything else, I will bounce back. Life is about ironing out the wrinkles with some strong ass starch. Coating the negative with an abundance of positive energy … emerging from the depths of the soul waiting to be released. I am 40 years old now … yeah, I can’t believe it either. Shit! Haha!
I’ll be honest here, I am not where I want to be, but I am where I should be. The universe has a way of giving you a “storyline.” This is my narrative … I am the director, the producer, and the writer. Funk be GONE!
Stay tuned my friends … I am still here. Revamping my art with some cool
Remember, DON’T EVER GIVE UP! We got this!
You know, my tone, my thoughts, my overall feelings about this day have changed. I’m preparing for something that’ll probably take my breath away; only for a moment though, as I want to inhale the scent of his masculinity and feel the vibration of his love for me.
I crave that organic … that natural “I want more of you even when I think I’ve had enough of you” love. He’s a mind reader, a healer, a lover, a friend, a communicator, a comedian, a kid at heart, a wanderer, a thinker, a traveler … he’s the lock to my key. He’s my right now, my should have always been, and my “I’m perserving him for later.” He’s that 365 days a year kind of love. He makes my heart dance as it rocks to the rhythm of his every heartbeat. Right now, at this moment, I’m preparing my love for his love. Loving myself before sharing a few pieces of me with someone else.
It’s more than the flowers, the chocolates, the bears, the cards, etc. Love encompasses the energy of two lost souls and the strength of two tarnished hearts … it’s far from perfect, it’s love in the rawest and most rarest form.
I adore you My Funny Valentine … where ever you are. I’m so eager to finally meet you.
May you enjoy this day and every day with someone you crave … with someone who complements your mental, your physical, and your spiritual.
Happy 365 Moments of Love Day! And, today only serves as one moment … Day (Moment) 45.
Karma Loves 💋❤️
In eleven months (as of today), I will be 40 years old. Officially a certified cougar … haha! I wrote the first entry into my memoir “The Road to Greatness at 40.” I’m learning to embrace the beauty of aging one mole, one laugh line, one(well, a few) grey/gray hair(s), one right knee ache, and one pimple at a time.
This year will be the best one yet. Speaking it all into my existence. Life is more than just a dream … it’s your reality. Live and not only exist. First selfie of 2017. Well, here’s to the best year of this decade. Cheers! Celebrate your greatness!
Happy New Year!
Page 3 of 365 complete.
You know, I started to write something so drab and negative. I caught myself in mid-sentence and thought, “how the hell do I expect things to change if I don’t speak positive change into my life?” I’m the Grinch that stole my Christmas. I no longer want to be the victim of delusions, depression, or personal judgements. Yes, I’m still a single Sally, but I’m continuing to build a foundation (within myself) for a stable and fulfilling relationship (if one were to develop in the near future).
I will admit that I skipped out on attending a BIG family holiday gathering because I would walk in with no date (not even a rent-a-date) for the fifth year in a row … don’t judge, I’m still a work in progess.
Today, I’m deciding to take charge and spend a little more time with ME. Learning who I am and what I desire from my life. A man should never complete me only complement me. I want to enjoy the single life … I want to enjoy this wondrous woman that I’ve become.
Life is truly the perfect gift … unwrap it and enjoy the contents. Never limit yourself to life’s many possibilities. The sky is never the limit. Wishing everyone across the globe a happy and joyous day and new year. And, Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad, and Happy Hanukkah to those who are in celebration.