3|5|2016

this part isn't so glamorous. & this is why i bought a bottle of pinot & a box of girl scout cookies.

{last 6 hours.}

i have no idea how i've even survived at this point...and with no dents in anything (other than the dent in the trailer floor from my kate spade polka-dot teapot. it flew off the stove today because i forgot to put it away).

...

tears rolled down my cheeks, while the stormiest storm in years, rolled in this afternoon. on my hands and knees, i wiped up the gasoline that had spilled over bambi's (her real name) newly dented floor. my spill-proof generator had tipped onto its side while traveling. that smell replaced the newness that filled her air just hours earlier. & that gasoline didn't just "wipe up."

this lesson was hard. traveling thru the storm was hard. "winging it" didn't work. having no reservations, was a horrible idea. not asking if the next campground (in timbuktu) had at&t cellular service (before arriving & after backing in) was nearly a disaster. leaving though, because of that...was smart. safety first. calling my little brother was smart. washing the floor & airing her out, was smart. buying the pinot & girl scout cookies & staying at gram's house...was smart.

the "aha:" don't listen to the voice that tells you, you can't do this. because, you can darling girl. there are going to be lessons. yes, you're going to have to learn them. but, i promise...you will be okay. more than okay. now, put your big girl panties on & rock this world.

wild heart • gypsy soul

xoxo, miss airstream

{picture credit: a girl scout}