Don’t say it, I am aware creativeless-ness is not a word. However, it somehow adequately describes my current state of being. This last push towards hitting the road has become challenging, to say the least. I know I should be sharing with our faithful readers the continuing improvements to the truck and camper, to amuse with tales of yet another crazy craigslist shopper as we disperse of our material possessions, to let you in on a little slice of life in disarray.
And yet, I feel blank. I blame it partially on the weather. Although I love early fall, once daylight savings changes our clocks, I have always immediately been drawn to hibernation as opposed to insightful creativity. We now walk the dogs with headlamps twice per day, not just once, and feel exhausted and lethargic by 8pm.
I wait for Jim for our commute home in darkness, already plotting the days until winter solstice when the days will, once again, start to lengthen.
And yet, I know it is more than just that. More than anything, what we are both looking forward to when we transition to life on the road is to once again feel truly alive. To escape the mundane of our current 9-5 existence, where five days a week tend to all blend into each-other. To throw away the much-maligned alarm clock, and allow our bodies to go back to their natural rhythm of sleep and wake. To be so invigorated with a project that we lose ourselves in the process.
This process is never simple, we know that all too well. For now, we take a deep breath, look at the checklist of things to do, and get to work. Soon, SOON, we will no longer be slaves to the clock. Soon we will once again be chasing a dream!
