Grady walked past me in our RV as I sat at the table pondering my next blog post. He was singing "Burn the Ships". I piped in, "Or sell the furniture." We both laughed. I can laugh now. It was a different story a few months ago.

"For King and Country" sings an incredible song called "Burn the Ships. It commemorates the day that the cycle of addiction was broken in the life of one of its members and pills were flushed down the toilet.
The back story to this song is about sailors not wanting to explore the new world, wanting instead, the comforts of their boats. Their leader calls them out and says, "We've got to burn the ships. This is a new world."
Any new venture that requires 100% buy in can be terrifying. This past year, when our circumstances changed and the decision was made for us to become full time RV travelers, I had the closest thing to a nervous breakdown than I have ever experienced. As Grady was driving our RV down the road, unbeknownst to him, I was laying in our bed with the covers shoved in my mouth to muffle the uncontrollable sobs. Launching into this venture was more than a perpetual vacation for me. It required leaving behind what I thought was a purposeful life. Becoming full time RV travelers meant building a new life with too many unknown factors and no anchors.
I still don't know all the details of our future. This is a hard thing for person who is a plan oriented, "to do" list maker. We have not yet cut the ties that bind us. There's the 126,000 sq ft building in Varnville that has all my stuff and junk stored in it. I love that old building. It's big enough for all my dreams. It houses some of my most adored possessions. It represents the potential for a future brick and mortar home.
The building is going up for sale. I don't know what the future holds. Time will tell, but it looks like we are going to burn the ships, or at least sell the furniture.
Go with God.
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