In March of 2007, I got out of bed at 3am on a Saturday morning. My wife had to work that day. I left her sleeping, started my 05 Dodge pickup and headed for San Antonio, Texas. I was excited to pick up our new travel trailer and get back home before Sharon got home from work.
It was only for vacation. It was for quality family time. We had one child still at home, our daughter Robyn. I was a truck driver then. I was into writing the first few chapters of Indian Paintbrush. It would become my first novel in the spring of 2013.
Sharon worked as a registered nurse at our local hospital. She worked very hard to get to that point in life. She worked against seemingly impossible odds. She believed nursing was her one and only calling. As it turned out, she had another calling.
In July of 2009, we started construction on a new home. We were working our “careers” as a truck driver and nurse, respectively.
In the summer of 2012, we closed on the sale of our “dream” home. We moved into our 5 year old 34ft travel trailer with no long term plan. We sold or gave away everything except the travel trailer, the 05 Dodge truck, and a few antiques and keepsakes. We did all this in the interest of chasing our real dreams.
Fast forward to today. We still live in that 07 34ft travel trailer, towed by that same 05 Dodge pickup. Sharon takes photos daily. The photos make her happy. In fact, they make others happy. So happy, they are willing to pay her for them.
I’m working on my second novel. That’s my job. I don’t do it at highway rest area picknick tables or in a semi truck during breaks.
We park our “home” at our favorite places at our favorite times. We don’t know when or how much we’ll make from week to week. We’re happier than ever before. We are the artists we always wanted to be. We’ve succeeded no mater what happens from here.
All we had to do was take the first step. Then, we had to keep walking in that direction.