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!
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.
Today, I celebrate the day of my birth. Today, I will commence my first entry into the final chapter of my 30’s. I can’t say it’s been the absolute best 9 years, but I will say, it’s been a whirlwind of many lessons and quite a few blessings. On this day, December 3rd, 2016, I will make this one of the best years of my 30’s … closing it out with a resounding “goodbye.” But first, Hello 39, with your beautiful self.
Hello October! Welcome back! Fall has kicked summer to the curb and ghost and goblins are upon us. Nature is in transformation while earth’s other inhabitants prepare for hibernation.
I love this time of the year … amazed by the beautiful and colorful foliage covering the ground and watching the leaves rustle/dance around with the wind, feeling the cool morning/evening breeze flowing through each strand of my hair, and sipping on a hot cup of “cinnamony” apple cider. I’m falling in love with fall all over again.
It’s a new season. I’m taking a venture on the road less traveled. The road with less tread … the road with less gravel. I’m preparing for a new phase … a new adventure away from dating. Yes, that’s right, I’m pressing hard on the pause button and may resume dating in the spring of 2017 … when daffodils and tulips are at full bloom. I’m taking heed to the words that were presented to me via my October horoscope (see below).
Thank you October for being my light in the midst of my darkness. I welcome you with open arms.
Dear My Rhythmic Heartbeat (aka The Healer to My Wounded Soul),
I adore you … I crave you though we never met in this life time … in this moment in time. I love you to Pluto (the moon seems too close) and back. I think about you daily even in the early hours of the morning while dusk is still in session. I miss you though I’ve never inhaled your fresh mountainy scent, heard your resonant voice, looked you in both of your eyes only to witness my soul being healed by yours or kissed your full lips (it’s your bottom lip nibble that seems to turn me on … damn). It’s the thought of you … the yearning for you. I want to inhale your happiness, mend your sadness, taste all of your glory … Mmm.
I want to capture each of your tear drops in the palm of my hand creating a mosaic river of both joy and disappointment. I want to listen to you as you talk me through your day’s journey. I want to walk hand in hand with you (our fingers interlocked forming one “great ball of fire”). I want to travel around the globe with you … one city, one country, one continent at a time … even swim the seven seas with you.
You are the light that shines when darkness lingers. You are truth as I am honesty. You are the voice when I become mute. You are the energy when I’m exhausted. You are the strength when I become weak. You are the faith when my beliefs are in question.
You are the center of my prayers at night. You are my thoughts during those days of unrest. You are the man handcrafted by the finest craftsman whom is not of this earth. You were selected by the universe just for me … one woman, one heart, one love to share with one man, his heart, his love.
I Love You My Healer, My Protector, My Friend, My Lover … My Forever.
Your Present & Your Future,
Your Displaced Rib