Last July I did something a little crazy.
I decided to live the life I wanted, instead of the one I was working so hard to have. I put my house up for sale by owner and got an offer in a week without having any solid plans of what I was doing or where I was going next. The only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted to write. I had two unfinished short story collections, one first draft of a novel, and a second novel started.
Once a contract was signed and a closing date was on the calendar, I turned in my notice at work. I’d just celebrated twenty six years at Vanderbilt- the last sixteen of those in pediatric cardiology where I worked as a cardiac sonographer. I traded my Ford Escape for a funny looking Ford Transit Van-or as I like to call it, a rolling doghouse-and prepared to hit the road.
But,the universe threw in a couple of detours. In hindsight the detours only added to my story and proved that I’d made the right decision.
Most everyone, except for a few close friends, thought I was off my rocker. But I was off to another adventure called RockARosa Farm in Adams, TN.
I’ll fill you in on my next post.
Until then, get outside and watch a sunrise. There’s magic all around us if we just open our eyes and look.
Off her rocker…

Rock on off that rocker, girl!
nice. and well played! Keeping my fingers crossed for you.
😉❤
Very promising-sounds like a series of excellent adventures is waiting.