Here's the BIG crazy idea. Drive across country, stopping in many cities & towns along the way, then staying in CA for a month or two...you know to see if maybe I'd like to stay there longer. I do get the question, would you do this alone?, and the answer, at the moment, is yes. That may change as I get closer to planning this big adventure but I'm prepared to go the whole trip solo. So what do you think? Totally crazy or just a little bit crazy?
I was speaking to a dear friend the other day and as we were talking about life, I asked what would be her dream job. Her first response was its a crazy idea. In reality it really wasn't but it got my got me thinking about all these supposedly 'crazy' ideas. Why do we think they are so crazy? Maybe its because its not what we're 'supposed' to do. I mean really by this age, I'm supposed to be happily married with 2 kids, a dog, a nice house and a steady 'normal' job...right? HA! But who set the rules, who decided what we're 'supposed' to do? And why do we want to do what everyone else is doing anyway?
Until recently, I thought I should have it all figured out by now. I should know what I want to do with my life. I should be in the career I want to be in for the rest of my working life. I should own a house. I should, I should, I should. But why can't I change jobs, careers, whatever, every couple of years? Why can't I move whenever I want? I CAN.
That's the thing, we all have choices in life, and I've made choices to get me where I am right now. So I can choose to pursue those crazy ideas. Yes, I know I don't have the responsibility of children or a house (which I sold at the right time) and I do have money in the bank. But those are all things I have, or don't have, based on choices I made, no one else. I know I have been blessed in my life but I've also made various choices that have gotten me here.
Maybe I'm being naive, or too much of dreamer, when I think that we can all pursue our crazy ideas but I think we can. The only thing really stopping us is Fear. Yes I've had moments of 'what the hell am I thinking' and I'm sure I will have more of those. But if we let that fear stop us from doing those things that we really want to do, those 'crazy' ideas, are we really living?