Easier said than done, right?
Or is it?
I do my best planning, plotting, creating and soul-searching on the open road.
And it was just that, a two-day solo road trip - one of which took me down 70 breathtakingly beautiful miles of a 2-lane highway winding through the Arkansas mountains dotted with storybook little towns - that shined the light on the exact cause of this nagging feeling of discontent.
Some of you know my story, but here's a very short re-cap for those who don't:
Five years ago, girl's kids have all left the nest, and girl is tired of living in the hustle-bustle rat-race of the Washington DC metro area.
So...girl runs off to live in a small town a few miles outside of Dallas.
Life is wonderful and simple - oh, so simple -
I worked in a small boutique.
Renovated a house.
Scoured flea markets/thrift shops for cool things to put in said renovated house.
I smile just thinking about it.
Yes, if you're not happy with your life, change it....
So, what happened??
HOW in the Sam Hill did I find myself back in the same predicament I moved here to get away from?
Well, my dear...I'll tell you.
The little boutique I LOVED working at - the one where I had the absolute PERFECT boss - the boss that would allow me to merchandise the complete store every time a shipment came in, and would give me the best hours just because she liked me, the place where I was consistently the top seller and I was SURE I would be there forever and ever and ever....closed it's doors to move to a higher-traffic area too far away for me to commute.
So, silly heartbroken me (I don't know about you, but I don't always make the best decisions when my heart is broken) - what do I do?
I go back to my old career-field that I left behind (for a darn good reason) on the East Coast.
So, for the past 4 years I've been back in the hustle-bustle, rush hour traffic, going to the city and surrounding areas, putting tons of miles on my little ol' car - and putting even more miles on my weary, tired body and soul.
When you live like that it makes life go by so fast and I HATE that - life is already way too short.
I've been in disarray for quite some time now and didn't know how to get back on track.
All it took was a sunny Arkansas morning on a lonely, meandering road to show me the way.
I did NOT move to Texas to have a 'city life' and yet that is EXACTLY what I've been doing.
By the time I'd made it home I'd made up my mind.
I'll be phasing out of my real estate job.
I have a few loose ends to tie up and I won't quit completely, but I'll only do what I do for a select - and I mean VERY select group of people.
I'll focus more on writing.
I have several book signings and speaking engagements in the near future. Hopefully, I'll get more.
Maybe I'll find another job.
Maybe I won't.
Right now I am just relishing in the thought of getting back to that once-simple life I longed and moved here for.
As the saying goes....
'If you're not happy with your life, change it.'
Only YOU can!