Calling

 

I guess a log cabin in the woods isn’t everyone’s idea of a dream filled life. But for me, it is where I have always felt the most peace. Being surrounded by woods, critters and a nearby stream is my piece of peace.

 

The calling for me happened when I was a kid and my family would go up to this place called Parker Dam and spend seven days in a one-room cabin so rustic one might think they were transported back to the early nineteen hundreds. Back then, there were no shopping plazas, WalMarts, or housing developments made out of two by fours and plasterboard. There were acres and acres of forests and mountains and it was simplistically lovely.

Now, despite my calling to go live in a place like this and tune out technology, traffic jams and a forty hour soul-crushing job, I have a lot of fear that I have been living with since I was about seven. This fear prevented me from doing a lot of things with my life.

Not sure how I got this anxiety, but it stuck with me like crusty dog poop on my shoe. I have scraped the proverbial dog droppings from my sole and my soul and now pursue what I want and love. I have one published book and God willing, will have one more before Summer 2018.

I am determined to live in a damn cabin in the woods even if it is only on the last day of my life. I’ve got it all planned out down to the location, the build, and even the fireplace. I know what the driveway looks like, how many acres I have, how many deer live on my land and even what my cat’s favorite window looks like. You have to visualize what you want and then take steps to get it.

So. My calling is to be an author and through that, help people with their lives, their loss, their dreams. I know I will do it. I have dragged my ass long enough!

Now is the time. The time is now.

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