The world is a bit different from when this photo was taken a month ago. Spring is slowly returning to Vermont – endless days that are 40°F and raining, interspersed with too few days that are warm and sunny. Green shoots of daffodils are pushing up – they’ll be blooming by the end of April.
Hopefully I will be, also. My goal for this spring was to not be here. Last spring was too endless. My hope was to plan an epic motorcycle trip that would take me far away to the south where it would be warmer. To extend my short riding season by removing myself to warmer climes, and then return to a warm Vermont.
The invasion of the coronavirus has changed all that, even making the school bus in the photo a thing of the recent past. My bike still isn’t all back together and running yet, but given the seemingly open and endless timeline, now I’m making plans to change this and that, as well as get it running. Because life can be epic once the virus is over.
But life doesn’t, can’t, stop just because we are stuck in one place. We need to continue to build and grow, so that we are ready for what comes next. And hence, my plans for a blog. To get my voice out. To build something when I can’t actually go anywhere.
I’ve been recreating my life over the past several years after settling into a life that “fit,” but wasn’t quite right. I lost myself somewhere along my journey as wife, homesteader, and mother, to the point where my spark was barely lit and I was struggling to breathe. My weird, creative, adventurous self felt stuck in a world of crafts, knitting, chickens, and tea, and I found I was settling for what was around me instead of creating the life I wanted to live. Settling is easy, like falling into a deep sleep. Creating something new is hard. I don’t know where this is going, or where I’m going, but I hope you’ll join me for the journey. I’m planning to make it epic.