When illness struck our household it knocked over our bucket list, spilling much of the content into the drain. We were like bystanders at a train wreck: watching our lives spiral out of control, desperately trying to sift through the rubble to find signs of survival.
Depression, anger, and grief were just some of the emotions that followed, as we fought to maintain personal sanity along with the integrity of our marriage.
What emerged can only be labelled as resilience: sense of humour intact, love abiding, and an undaunted willingness to dream,. We adjusted the proverbial sails and set a new course – made a plan to get healthy, reduce waste, and find another way to refurbish our travel dreams.
Two years, we decided, was a reasonable goal. He’d wind down his business, we’d both focus on getting better, and we’d look for a bedroom on wheels.
We committed the plan to paper two weeks ago. That weekend we found the perfect motor home. All going well – he needs to pass a medical, and we have to shuffle funds around – we take possession in two weeks. Then look out world:
Wide turns ahead!
Sometimes life just needs a plan.
Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.