It was Tuesday, 11 o’clock in the morning, my own little adventure. Window down. Shovels & Rope turned all the way up. Sunshine streaming in through the windshield, bathing the arm slung over the door. The wind tangling my hair. It was full and lush and utterly peaceful, flying down the highway at 70.
When I was working full-time, I used to dream about moments like those: deep in the sunshine, unhurried and unworried. And it’s simply amazing that now, this is my life, and that you really can do it. You really can break out of that system. There is no need to do what everyone else says you should. You can work enough to pay the mortgage, and you can pepper your days with tiny adventures that involve chickens, rabbits, and free things off of Craigslist. You can work at a goat farm part time to feed your body and your soul. Work does not have to be the prison it is for some of us.
Driving down twisty county roads, thankful for GPS, I remembered a few months ago when I was so overwhelmed with horrifically-imagined responsibilities. When I just couldn’t see how the transition from full-time to part-time would actually work. Back then, I knew I’d get to this place….eventually. Granted, I haven’t been doing it that long. But, that’s kinda the point–it wasn’t as big a leap as I thought it would be.