Somehow the illustration tells it all: the story of what happens between ‘From dust to dust.” We come into this world immobile and often leave that way. It’s the ride we take in between which matters.
Some of us spend our lives clinging to that convertible coupe which is our youth, getting facelifts, tummy-tucks, Botox, hair plugs, and Viagra; others never want to leave the mini-van, living vicariously through their children—the stage moms & dads, meddling in-laws, the parents who find the need to constantly intervene in their off-springs' lives, long after the chicks have left the nest.
I want to jump into that RV and experience the adventures that await me now that the bonds of child-rearing and work have been lifted. (I’m writing figuratively, of course; my husband is not a camper!) . Travel will be a part of that RV juncture of my life, however; Joe and I are planning a cross-country trek to visit his son in Seattle and see parts of this great land en route. The Mall of the Americas, Mt. Rushmore, Yellowstone, the Pacific Highway, and other yet to be determined destinations beckon.
Now that I have been freed from that 9:00 to 5:00 schedule, it’s time to explore what the world holds in store for me. This blog is a part of that; testing my talent—finding out if I have any!