user 29503
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Hello and Happy Independence Day!
Recently, I suffered a pretty bad back injury. It's touchy but I'm mobile and again and really hoping to get back to work tomorrow. A lot of amazing things happened while I was down for the count, parts of my personal journey, not really any nomad related context. So though no work was being done, it was really valuable time. I got to work on a Graphic Design project that really flexed some professionalism. It's what I'd like to go back to school for.
The notable mention though is about how I perceived things in my head when I started a committed, full time go of building the van, and what reality is.
I left my job, and with that was the excitement of freedom, and anxiousness, followed by my "plan". Meaning, my plan to be at "such and such" point in the build by this date", I'm going to order "this" by "this" time, and have it in. None of it has gone according to what I thought. And most specifically what I'm referring to is, when I leave.
I laugh at this but, June 1st. That was the day. Then, I said by my nephew's first birthday...two days ago. I still have the interior walls, floor and ceiling and solar...and throwing in some cabinetry, whether by my own hands or I just go to Lowes and call it a day.
I'm having a great summer and will be determined to make the best of it, but I had planned to be out on the road, going to the beach, snapping photos, flirting with cute nomad women, wrestling crocodiles, ect... I know there's way more to nomadic life than those things, and the things I mentioned can be done in any season, the beauty of living wherever I want.
My hang up is I love Summer, especially early Summer. To me, personally, it's just got this vibe, like a bunch of great stuff's about to happen, the cusp of greatness. Great stuff has already happened, even though I'm not on the road: I left my job/took "the leap", achieved some self-discovery, accomplished a pretty significant design project. Regardless of all that positivity, I still wish it was June 1st and I was eating a smoked turkey leg from the Flying J, headed to Yosemite, sitting in the desert with a cooler full of Bartles and James, bird watching. Hell, I'd even take "the knock". Bottom line is, I did not want it to be August. This is juvenile thinking from when I was a kid, but August is where Summer, my absolute most favorite time of year, goes to die. But it doesn't look like I'm going to get my way.
Tomorrow, my "plan", is to go back to work. And regardless of what order I want to go in I think its going to come down to me just picking something up that's going in there, making it fit/attaching it whatever way, then picking up the the next thing, and the next thing. Hopefully, soon, I'll be ready.
Safe travels,
Rabbit
Recently, I suffered a pretty bad back injury. It's touchy but I'm mobile and again and really hoping to get back to work tomorrow. A lot of amazing things happened while I was down for the count, parts of my personal journey, not really any nomad related context. So though no work was being done, it was really valuable time. I got to work on a Graphic Design project that really flexed some professionalism. It's what I'd like to go back to school for.
The notable mention though is about how I perceived things in my head when I started a committed, full time go of building the van, and what reality is.
I left my job, and with that was the excitement of freedom, and anxiousness, followed by my "plan". Meaning, my plan to be at "such and such" point in the build by this date", I'm going to order "this" by "this" time, and have it in. None of it has gone according to what I thought. And most specifically what I'm referring to is, when I leave.
I laugh at this but, June 1st. That was the day. Then, I said by my nephew's first birthday...two days ago. I still have the interior walls, floor and ceiling and solar...and throwing in some cabinetry, whether by my own hands or I just go to Lowes and call it a day.
I'm having a great summer and will be determined to make the best of it, but I had planned to be out on the road, going to the beach, snapping photos, flirting with cute nomad women, wrestling crocodiles, ect... I know there's way more to nomadic life than those things, and the things I mentioned can be done in any season, the beauty of living wherever I want.
My hang up is I love Summer, especially early Summer. To me, personally, it's just got this vibe, like a bunch of great stuff's about to happen, the cusp of greatness. Great stuff has already happened, even though I'm not on the road: I left my job/took "the leap", achieved some self-discovery, accomplished a pretty significant design project. Regardless of all that positivity, I still wish it was June 1st and I was eating a smoked turkey leg from the Flying J, headed to Yosemite, sitting in the desert with a cooler full of Bartles and James, bird watching. Hell, I'd even take "the knock". Bottom line is, I did not want it to be August. This is juvenile thinking from when I was a kid, but August is where Summer, my absolute most favorite time of year, goes to die. But it doesn't look like I'm going to get my way.
Tomorrow, my "plan", is to go back to work. And regardless of what order I want to go in I think its going to come down to me just picking something up that's going in there, making it fit/attaching it whatever way, then picking up the the next thing, and the next thing. Hopefully, soon, I'll be ready.
Safe travels,
Rabbit