It’s hard to believe we’re already 5 days into 2015! It’s just sailing right on in. Did you set any goals this year? choose a word to focus on? start any new projects?
I really wasn’t planning to choose a word this year but I think one little word chose me. Sail. It’s a word that has struck me in 2014. I remember the moment clearly. We were wandering through the shops in downtown Fayetteville, Arkansas when I saw a post card with this quote:
I am not afraid of storms for I am learning to sail my ship. ~ Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
That quote. That word. They’ve echoed in my mind so many times since that moment. In many ways because it’s so intertwined with that trip to Fayetteville, I can’t even think about it without thinking about our many trips this past year and the opportunities I’ve been given to make my own dreams come true. 2014 was a year like no other has ever been.
I’ve talked a little about how 2014 seemed to be a year living my life in reverse- perhaps a little more like college should have been instead of twenty years later. Yup! Through all the many, many miles and all the concerts, I saw more bars this past year than I’d seen in my entire life. (Sad to say, I’m sure.) It wasn’t just about all the amazing live music we saw, but as much as an excuse for road trips and getting away- a way of choosing our destinations. Somewhere away from my everyday life, 2014 became the year I think I finally began to really embrace what life without children could be.
In Fayetteville, that weekend, Cody and I began to talk about letting my dreams take sail. Talked about doing something a thousand times more crazy (at least in our minds) than traveling to Dallas, Austin, and Houston in three days to see a band three nights in a row. A million times crazier than our jaunt to Kentucky and the boot heel of Missouri to cross the Mississippi on a ferry. A gazillion times crazier than our nearly back to back trips to Memphis and Little Rock to see Ben Nichols play solo. And, a bazillion times crazier than a drastic exit and driving way out of the way to eat in Hot Springs.
By the time we got back from that trip to Little Rock, we decided it was time to set sail on a new adventure. To do something that, in truth, was probably rather irresponsible. (Living life in reverse isn’t without it’s perils- the perils of being able to see things for what they are.) And so, I quit my job to give my dreams the space they needed.
I opened my sails and now it’s time to sail this ship on a new adventure.
Sail. For someone who really doesn’t enjoy salt water or the beach and is known to get sea sick even on a lake, it’s probably an odd word. I didn’t choose it. It chose me. It fits. I think at times I’m guilty of drifting rather than sailing. I want to take the reins. To sail this ship into the winds to where God’s been guiding me all along on life’s grand adventures.