Two years ago yesterday, I walked through the empty rooms of our little house in Dallas and said goodbye. I’d been there for 10 years – the longest I’d lived anywhere in my adult life. The perfect house (for me) in the perfect neighborhood (for me), the little craftsman in walking distance (walking! in Dallas!?) to great little restaurants had been a long labor of love.
I wondered if I was crazy to leave.
We drove east through blinding rain. (May I suggest that the day after Christmas is possibly not the best time to begin your cross-country move?) We spent the night somewhere in Mississippi, I think, and continued east on I-10, white-knuckled, keeping up with a bazillion trucks racing along at 85 mph. (My Dad used to tell us to drive real fast so that we wouldn’t be on the road so long, because that’s where the accidents happen!)
Two years ago today, we arrived in Beaufort, and drove to the address of the house we’d rented, sight unseen.
Had we lost our minds? Who sells the great house in the great neighborhood, and wanders into the great unknown to live in a house they’ve never even seen?
This is how disasters begin! This is how relationships unravel! This is how perfectly stable adults become scraggly lost souls!
I was 99% sure we’d made a terrible mistake.
But I was 1% jazzed about the adventure. We were chasing a big dream. Who gets to do that??
So we focused on the 1% of possibility and imagination and Big Dream.
We met neighbors and made friends and asked questions and explored new place, new ideas, new everything. I spent hours at the library, and more hours at the keyboard.
The big dream became a big reality, y’all.
I wrote the book I dreamed of writing.
We live in a place more beautiful than we could’ve dreamed.
As my wonderful agent says, “Writing is a terrible way to make a living, but it’s a wonderful way to make a life!”
So. If you’ve got a Big Dream, chase it. Who knows, you might catch it!