All the Road Running

In recent months I've been accused of Running From Something with all this wandering. Please, please let him be wrong. Please, PLEASE let me be running to, seeking out, searching for... not running from. Otherwise -- yikes.

I've also been, frequently, accused of Being Brave with all this wandering. I don't know about Brave. Confused - perhaps. Unsettled - undoubtedly. Itchy - absolutely. Lost - you betcha. But Brave? I certainly wouldn't name it that.

Truth be told, it's somewhere in the middle. Somewhere between Lost and Brave. Somewhere on that fine, delicate edge of knowing exactly where/what (who?) I want to be and having absolutely no inkling of how to get my hands & heart on any of those answers. I truly do just wander, and I've gotten really lucky so far... lucky enough to trick you, dear readers, into thinking that I'm Brave and Bold and living out some sort of gypsy dream. Somehow I stick the landing well enough each time to make y'all think I had a plan all along.

Finally though, it seems that the running and running is, for once, moving me closer to some actual goals. Instead of waiting for life to fall into my lap, I'm taking steps, making plans, setting deadlines and looking forward to something specific, rather than peering forward into murky new "adventures" and figuring it all out when I get there. Here's what I hope to find at the end of this latest road-trip rainbow:

• A job, a home, a life and (dare I say it?) some luuuuuuuv in the gorgeousness that is Colorado.
• A new direction, career, drive, and dedication in Disaster Relief, Emergency Management, etc.
• A healthier body, mind and spirit.

Wow - a plan, goals, specifics... this is big. No, this is a first -- and at this stage, firsts are hard to come by so I can't wait. Can't wait to get started, can't wait to see if I will even recognize my goals once I get to them.

Better yet, can't wait to see if they will recognize me -- after all, I have been away for a while.

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