I barely slept for the last two nights.
In between sending messages to my clients and business partners for my skin-care business, I read. I pinned. I planned. I tried to go to bed, but that didn’t work.
So then I read some more. And pinned more. I planned some more. I need sleep, but my brain disagrees.
I learned about “boon-docking” and the websites that allow you to do that with other RV enthusiasts.
I read about converting old school buses into RVs. And that those are called “Skoolies”. And you can convert coaches and city buses too.
I thought about sleeping patterns, and how we’d get a space that everyone felt accommodated their needs (and did not force anyone to sleep next to Turtle, for fear of injury.)
I already changed the route.
Then I saw this…And then I changed it again.
I drafted a sample budget, determining what we might need to have in pocket, versus income coming (Thanks to Rodan + Fields) while on the road. I tried to remember fixed expenses that we’d continue to have regardless of the trip like life insurance premiums and FL Prepaid payments.
At about 3:45 am both nights, I went upstairs, but only because I forgot to bring down the charger for my laptop and the battery was gone.
And then, I lay in bed and willed myself to sleep, albeit with visions of boys stomping through wooded national parks, starting wide-eyed at national monuments and playing with friends and family who live near and far across this great land.