Husband recently enjoyed a documentary about Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead called The Other One. I haven't yet had the pleasure, but definitely plan to sometime soon. Mr. Weir is a interesting fellow that has led a notably remarkable life. Probably best known as the founding member of the infamous band, what struck me most about Husband's description of the documentary was Weir's pursuit of his passion. He was not merely a player (obviously), he was a student of music. All music. For his whole life. It was a complex relationship, but one that led him to the ability to claim he's spent more time on stage than any other human being. I am not, unfortunately, such a student of music with a similar relationship to it, but I do have an appreciation for the effort, sacrifices, and overall commitment it takes to develop a talent, regardless of how great or small that talent may be. When you want something bad enough, you have to decide to make the choices necessary to pursue it.
As I stand here on my lanai at my make-shift standing desk, the choices I made to pursue something different could not be more apparent. My pups are at my feet. The tradewinds are whipping through my hair. The sun, the colors, the world is so much brighter than I could ever have hoped for on a Monday morning. We made choices to get here. Money will be tighter - it's expensive here. Free time will be less - mostly because of the aforementioned money thing. Some aspects of life will be more challenging. I fully expect to have some days less perfect than this. But I'm most definitely now working to live, not the reverse. The choice of this locale may not appeal to some, or even most. That's okay. Whatever you want to do, whatever choices are before you, don't let those choices just linger. Make the right ones for you now, not later. You're not promised later. And if those choices land you in a place where you feel like I do now, as if happiness is shooting out of your ears, it will all be worth it. I promise.