An Adventure for a Gypsy Soul

I've always had a gypsy soul. It was gifted to me at a young age by my step-father and mother. It took many years to understand that it's a beautiful trait....to be able to wander. To feel comfortable in the upheaval of my roots. To know no physical home.

Each time I think I'm ready to settle down, I do...for a year or two. And then it's time. My soul craves freedom. Craves the roam.

For the past few years I was able to satiate this desire by traveling for work. I was on the road for over 2 years...a new city each week and home on the weekends. At one point, I gave up having a home for about 8 months...I considered myself "home free." It was terrifying but, oh, so liberating. I began working from home about a year ago. I moved into a dream townhome where I was able to have a sacred space for meditation and yoga, plenty of room to cook (which I didn't do), a backyard for Loki and space for a real, family style dining room table (which has been used once). And I loved it. I loved my space. I loved feeling like I was home for once.

But....and there's always a but isn't there? It's time. That itch has arrived and I'm scratching it. I've been holding back a plan for a while now. If you know me personally you may know that I've been dating a wonderful man named Flowers and when we met he lived full time on his sailboat. I, myself, have dreamed of a tiny home one day and found the notion of him living in his own tiny home (on the water) intriguing and romantic. He had the ultimate freedom.

In the course of the last year we've joked and laughed about sailing away but now the jokes have come to an end.

We are doing it.

Just a few hours ago I gave my notice to the company I've called my "family" for the past 8 years. It's bittersweet but it is time. I am forever grateful for every opportunity they have given me, the trust they placed in me and each person I've met along the way. I've met true angels. From Tami and Anne to Libby and Cathy to Terry to Scott and Hugo to Elaine and Kati to Kaelin to Stacey and Kecia and so many others that I along the way....these people are family. They gave me a place to heal after my father passed away. They taught me how to laugh again. If you're reading this, I am so grateful for you. Eternally grateful.

So what now?

In the coming months we prepare to set sail. I'm going from living in a spacious home to somehow simplifying my life so that it will fit within a 25 ft sailboat. I'm selling just about everything I own and it's terrifying. This minimalist stuff is no joke.

I plan on taking you along every step of the way. I'm sure it will be full of anxiety, fear, adventure and mishaps and I may ask for advice or need someone to remind me why I'm doing this.

And just in case I do need a reminder some day....I'm doing this to learn what absolute freedom means. I'm doing this because I want to know what it truly feels like to spend my days doing what I am passionate about. I want to take risks and not have a plan or rules to abide by. I want to learn from and hear stories told by people who are not like me. I want my eyes, heart and soul pried wide open. I'm doing this because I've stuffed myself in a well tufted, sufficiently bubble-wrapped box and I'm exhausted by it. I'm doing this so I finally know what it feels like to be alive. I'm doing this so I can be the fullest expression of love possible.

I'm doing this for me.

I hope you'll join me on this adventure.

xoxo

Cassie