Because we only get so many trips around the sun. That’s why. That’s why I do what I do both personally and professionally.
You may have heard (or read) me mention this in regards to the death of my dad. Losing a parent and bumping up a place in the mortality line taught me that life is too short to be stuck or suffering, unfulfilled or out of alignment, bound by others’ rules or even my own.
In this sprit, my husband and I have changed our lives in the last month. In the space of 2 1/2 weeks we decided to move–and then moved–nearly 1000 miles from Nevada to Montana and back into a house we own, once lived in, and love. We uprooted our kids, said goodbye to friends, and left my husband’s job situation in limbo.
There was a knot in my stomach the whole first day I knew we were really doing this thing.
But…I’ve struggled this year with the concept of home. Together my husband and I have lived in 8 houses, 1 apartment, 1 condo, 1 doublewide trailer, and 1 camper in 5 different states. So WTH is home to me? Where is it? What does it look like? What does it feel like?
Now I have it. It’s a place and a people and an environment, but even more so, a frequency. The frequency of home.
I’ve also known for sometime that despite having a child in public school I’m an unschooler at heart. Yet unschooling hadn’t felt exactly right either. Until a couple months ago when I got a wild hair to Google “unschooling while traveling.”
Yesterday I did a thing I thought I’d never do (never because of my husband’s strong stance and my need for sanity). I notified the powers that be of my intent to homeschool. Or worldschool as it will be for us.
Because it feels right.
Because as good as things felt before this feels even better.
Because I only get so many trips around the sun, and my biggest fear in life is regretting the things I haven’t done. Things I wouldn’t have done because I was too scared.
But damn if I’m going to let made up rules or fear or fear disguised as responsibility stop me.
No way. Not happening.
I own this ride.
What is your impossible dream?
What are you not doing that your soul is screaming out for you to?
What can I do to help you make it happen?
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