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Gently Used Camper for Sale

A few days ago I read an article about a baseball player who'd just signed a million dollar contract and yet was living in a 1980-something camper van. When he wasn't playing baseball, he was traveling in his camper. Ready to catch the next surf, walking barefoot in the woods and basically enjoying life. I thoroughly enjoyed his story. His story and others like his have been a source of comfort for me over the past few years.

Overwhelmed with the hamster wheel daily activities set to auto pilot most days, I'm ready (at any given moment) to dip out of mainstream society. The wants and desires that I once had no longer move me. My urge for the latest Michael Kors bag has subsided. My dedication to the latest gizmo's and gadgets now seems absurd. And my agonizing struggle with OCD to get everything done, every time, in a short amount time has left me lackluster in contrast. 

I see posts on Facebook and Twitter from friends frantically juggling numerous activities at one time hoping that they can keep them from failing. Well, God Bless them. I no longer have the tolerance or capability for busy. I've settled into a mode of calm that I wish I'd been introduced to earlier. It would have undoubtedly saved me much headache, heartbreak and a few hangovers.

Luckily, I figured this out in the nick of time. I see so many people exhausted day in and day out from working hard at a job that they hate. Investing pain and sorrow into a relationship that will (in the end) never turn out the way they deserve. And putting on a show for folks that couldn't give a rats *** about them anyway. Sorry, that's no longer my way. And if my variation of life differs from an unspoken society clause labeled 'success', makes me a bit...weird. Well then all hail the weirdos.

I woke up this morning and it was the best thing ever. Funny thing though...I'm not promised the same outcome tomorrow. I want to spend the remainder of my days doing what I love in a manner which I love. So many folks are struggling to find what their niche is. Trying to find what makes them happy. Too often, they're investing their all into what someone else dictated as happy. 

You need to find your happiness and own it. Hold it close and don't let anyone take that from you. Not your spouse, your child, your friend or your boss. Own your happiness. Happiness for me is writing. I love putting the ramblings in my mind on paper. I love putting into writing the words that my lips can't articulate.

Happiness is two acres of land near the water to park my gently used Airstream camper. Happiness is writing in a way that everyday people can't wait to read what I publish next. Happiness is waking up each morning to my dogs barking at the robins in the trees while I sip my Chai tea. Happiness is looking over to see my handsome husband painting another amazing landscape portrait of the weeping willows of the forest blowing in the wind. Happiness is my grandson asking me if he can take off his shoes to run barefoot on the grass.

So...anyone know where I can find a gently used Airstream camper?


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