Dreams Do Come

Dreams don’t come easily, but they do come. This is my dream, and it started 5 years ago when I first began spending time in the desert. When I first felt the pull of the red rocks on my hair. When I first scrunched my toes along the rough slickrock as I drank my morning coffee. That’s when I first started to know what my dream looked like. A dream of a 4x4 van that is different than anything else on the road, that will take me to the most remote canyons and mountain tops, that I can work from and play from and live from and love from. People say all the time that I’m so lucky and that I’m living the dream. They’re right about one of those things, and it’s not about the luck. What you’re looking at is not luck. What you’re looking at is intention, hard work, refusal to settle for anything less, tough decisions, walking away, letting go, holding on, making concessions, recognizing the nuggets of gold along the way that were worth holding onto, and letting everything else sift through. What you’re looking at is heart and love and effort and self-doubt and loneliness and happiness and joy and a whole log of other things. What you’re also looking at is the promise of many joyful days ahead with my amazing tribe of adventure seekers spread across the country. What you’re looking at is the answer to my own question, but do you know the answer to yours? Will you tell me what your dream looks like?