If there’s one thing I’ve learned as a nurse it’s this:
People die with regret.
I’ve watched people take their last breath wishing for moments that never existed.
After years of hard work and realizing the life I was building was one I wouldn’t want on my last exhale, my husband and I decided to buy a camper and take it from this
to this
To this
We said hard goodbyes to family and friends. I quit my job and we went into the unknown.
Some days, you don’t feel like getting out of bed early, climbing the mountain, putting on your snowshoes, or really hiking at all, or setting up your tent on the beach with noseeums.
But I know at the end of all this, I’ll only remember the sunrise from that early morning, that view from the mountain, snow melting from the pines, the campfire on the island, and the horses drinking from the ocean.
And I’ve always been a painter, but the days got told long and too hard, and my migraines became daily, that my love to create almost took its last breath.
But I’ll never regret making the decision to chase sunsets, trek to mountaintops, and live in the wilderness so I can paint what makes my heart sing.
While this life is harder, I at least know when it comes to be my time I’ll be at peace recognizing I had the courage to live a life true to myself.
