Intoxicating

I have a confession: when I pull in the garage after work each night and get out of the Xterra, I don't immediately go inside. Instead, I go to the camper, open the door, lean in, and inhale deeply -- mmhhh, new camper smell. It triggers a desire to take to the open road, to embrace the adventures that await Sedona and me. I am antsy to go. I think Sedona knows it, too, because she seems to be more clingy. I can't leave for work in the mornings without her trying to go out the door with me. It's as if she fears I'll hitch up the camper and drive off without her. Yeah, not going to happen, Sedona dear.

My sister Mary Ann is with me this weekend. She is going to try and help me restore order to my house of chaos. I don't know how it happened, but in the last four years, one woman and a dog have managed to occupy every inch of this 1,900 square-foot house -- that's just wrong. It's a condition that's making me twitchy, this being surrounded by too much stuff. Maybe the abundance of stuff is also part of the attractiveness of the camper. It offers an uncluttered abode and a lifestyle unfettered by the four walls of home ownership. The life of a nomad sounds very appealing at this particular chapter in my life.

Someone recently described me as fearless. I've been reflecting on that comment and considering if there's truth in the statement. I think not for I have been (and am) fearful on many levels, at many times, in many scenarios. So, after much pondering, I think that the better adjective is deliberate: I am deliberate in my efforts to be happy, to live without regrets, to love. It isn't always easy, but for Ron and to honor God, I deliberately move forward.

Pic o' the Day