missjaymie

Today was a day. I went and got my RV from the camp site finally, and parked it somewhere close enough that I can get to it, and work on it. It drove pretty good. It was the first time I drove it on the freeway, and the first time I had taken it over fourty five mph. That felt like one of those rare moments where being an adult actually feels good. Makes me think that there might be a bit of, it's not really a wanderlust so much as a stirring in my soul. I have an idea, a passion, and I'm not sure how I'm going to support it, but I know that my job sixty miles away is costing me just about as much as I'm making. With all the shit I have to deal with like gas prices, tolls, and stolen cars I am still just as broke as I was when I didn't have a job at all. There has to be a better way.

I feel like I need to take a risk, throw the minds caution to the wind, and follow my hearts passion instead, and I feel like the Universe is encouraging it.