I'm currently drinking hot water out of a mug and am wrapped in a red flannel heated blanket. A red flannel heated blanket which just might be my favorite Christmas present of all time; who knew? Who knew for someone who is always cold like me that a heated blanket is a way of saying - hey I got this for you. You just sit back. I got this.
Also - I'm currently sitting here and reading.
Reading leads me to wanting to write. It's weird. I suppose it's like a finished work of art quilt inspiring my mom to sew a square or two.
Mom, does that happen to you?
For years, I have flirted around with the idea of writing a book. Or a memoir. Or a collection. Or possibly a something else I haven't even thought of yet. I just have this feeling that I'm supposed to - however the problem with that is...it won't ever get done if I keep on a thinking and not acting.
My life right now is this quirky little existence that most likely will never repeat itself again. I travel around the state for work. I travel around to more than this state to see someone very important to me. I travel to see my parents in the sunshine. Everywhere, North Dakota to Red Lodge to Jackson to Phoenix to Salt Lake City to Nashville to back to Everywhere, North Dakota. I travel around going on all these crazy little trips and then once I'm back, I travel for work again.
I am a nomad.
For the first time ever in the history of ever, I am a nomad. Routine is not in my repertoire anymore- each day is drastically different.
So if there ever was a time to most likely get after this itch called book, it's now.
Being nomad challenges me in ways I've never been before and makes me deliriously happy and deliriously anxious all at the same time.
This space will be neglected, which honestly it has been for awhile anyway. When the itch to weave some words comes, I'm going to scratch it but keep the tapestry tucked away to see what might come of it. Maybe something. Maybe nothing.
I might pop in every once in awhile to share really profound messages. Like a little hey I'm lacking life lessons story about spilling a red smoothie all over myself right as I walked into a training on Tuesday morning. About how I had to literally wash my clothes in the sink of the school and then walk in with them wet to stand in front of a room full of people and talk. About how sometimes there's nothing to do but laugh at yourself.
Please know when I say profound, I don't actually mean profound.
Do you remember when four years ago, I wrote at the very bottom of a blog post "I'm also going to run a half marathon in May. I figure if I actually
write that down, it's real and I can't back out. So, there you have
it. A couple of new things." Then I did. I ran my first half marathon after not being able to run a tenth of a mile just months before that. Remember that?
I'm hoping this will be similar.
Four years from now, I want to look back at this and go - yes I did that. I wrote a book, or a memoir, or a collection, or a something else.
Also remember how I have been writing in this space for FIVE years? I almost can't even look back in the archives to see where I was at the beginning and where I was in the middle and where I am now. Through moves. Through babies I call niece and nephew being born. Through my mom's cancer. Through my own complete health transformation. Through job changes. Through relationship craps. Through wins. Through losses. Through funnies. It's crazy. Five years. Remember that?
Now let me wipe a little tear from my eye.
Cheers to life being the best ever right now. Cheers to professional goodness. Cheers to family health. Cheers to friendships remaining strong and forever. Cheers to being with someone who makes me a better egg and who makes me throw my arms out happy.
Cheers to the future book.
