5|10|2016
i promised myself that i'd only wear my grease stained skinny jeans when i hook & unhook grand to bambi. but i love how high they sit on my waist. they aren't like other jeans. they hide what they need to hide & make curves where i need curves. so i put them on for an afternoon out & about. shhh.
my 2 o'clock appointment with {chris} a 22 year-old, ballroom dance instructor at arthur murray, had me grinning from ear to ear. i bleached my teeth & wore my hot pink lipstick, hop...ing he'd look at my smile rather than notice the grease stains on my skinny jean thighs. he didn't notice.
i'm not sure if his baby face made me smile or if i smile because he's the youngest boy to hold my 32 year-old hand. i know i'm basically paying him to do that, but it's still darling. even the high fives he gives me, each time i spin the right direction...are darling.
now, the nutella crepe & prosecco i'm currently consuming at an adorable secluded table in a shady spot, on a street that will soon be lit with white lights wrapped around great big trees...has me swooning.
i wish you were here.
i sit here & think about more than i can write. my old soul, wonders how i ended up with exactly what i wanted. this airstream dream, was that. just a dream. it was something i talked about, not something i or anyone i know, would actually believe...a girl like me would be brave enough to do. as these days go by, i will never regret this chapter.
i know for sure, without a doubt, that if i had let this chapter pass me by...regret, is exactly what i would have felt. it actually makes my heart ache, to think i nearly gave up on this because i was scared. that reason wasn't convincing enough.
i tell you this, because the dreams you have are more than just dreams. they are what keeps your soul sassy. they are what keeps your spirit sparkly. in a world filled with "you can'ts..." you actually can.
your dreams are important. so are you. you are brave enough. smart enough. resilient enough. crazy enough.
go, sweet girl...go.
wild heart • gypsy soul
xoxo, miss airstream