Somewhere inside of me I thought that my recent road trip would be a quick fix for my restless heart. If anything I have become even more obsessed with the dream to work from the road full time.
Do I have the soul of a gypsy or is there something inside of me running away from the reality of day to day life. Am I hung up on wondering if this is really all there is?
Clearly a healthy lifestyle includes truly living in the here and now but every moment that isn’t filled work to keep me distracted, I find my thoughts right back to finding ways that it can be done and plotting ideas to make it all happen.
Who in their right mind wants to run away from home at 51 years old?
That’s crazy, right?
Does anyone have a small motor home that they would love to donate to me? (evil grin)