07/05/2020
Where I've been And Where I'm Going (Part One)
Love, Diversity, And Food-On-A-Stick
Hello everybody! I’d like to take a step back with this post, and just reminisce on some of the things I’ve learned and gained during nearly two decades of living on the road, and how that has shaped me as a person. I hope you’ll indulge me, and maybe find something of yourself here, or even a bit of inspiration.
So 19 years living on the road hasn’t all been corsets, hot men, and playtime, I’ll tell you. Some of the things I’ve survived during my time as a rennie would have killed or completely broken the old me, before I found this lifestyle. I’ve learned some important Life Lessons, fallen down, picked myself up (Wash, rinse, repeat--over and over!), and had some of the highest highs and lowest lows of my 49 years. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, and would love nothing more than to share every bit of it with you all, but since this is just a teensy weensy blog post, I’ll try and rein myself in!
Two of the biggest things I think I’ve gained are perseverance and determination. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always been a very determined individual (read: STUBBORN) once I have a goal in mind, but without some of the adversities and victories along the way, I don’t think I would be nearly as confident or able to accomplish as much. Heartbreak, discrimination, betrayal, less than ideal living conditions, natural disasters, and terrible working environments have all been strewn in my path as a road rennie, sometimes even all at once, and I’ve come through it all so far. Because of this, I’ve learned that I can handle a whole lot more than I think I can, whether it be physically or emotionally.
I’ve had to start over more times than I care to count, but I know that it’s possible, now, and I can have hope in some pretty dire circumstances where many other people would just give up. This brings me to another very important ability I think I’ve picked up along the way, and that is adaptability. Whether it’s been learning to live in a tent, or figuring out how to get me, all my stuff and two dogs to a different state without having a vehicle, I’ve learned that with persistence, determination, and a whole lot of flexibility, it CAN be done most times: it’s simply a matter of looking at things in a different way than you’re used to. I’ve learned as long as you are willing to bend, you usually won’t break, and doing so opens up a vast array of possibilities.
This mindset has also given me an unconventional way of looking at problems, a unique way of finding solutions that people who have never lived this lifestyle may never understand. Now I won’t be arrogant enough to say that I’ve come by this all on my own! On the contrary, I’ve had some amazing people to learn from and look up to along the way, and that’s one more thing that the road has given me. I now have an incredible, gigantic family of Mothers, Brothers, Fathers, Sisters and Children, who have all taught me something, given me love and encouragement, and been there when I needed them. Without the rennie community, I’m pretty sure I’m not the only person who wouldn’t be where they are, who they are, or even survived. Craftsmen, Poets, Hippies, Artists and “Thugs” have all been (and still are!) people I’ve called my family, and I wouldn’t have it any other way! The amount of love, sense of community, and encouragement to be your own person and find your own individuality has shaped me into the “Calamity” I am, and I can’t begin to say how thankful I am to each and every one of those people.
Ok, I’m done being smarmy, I promise (fingers crossed!;), but I wanted to tell you all this so you might understand me a little bit better, and also to explain the choice in business that I’ve made recently. While I’m no longer on the road, my rennie heart won’t let go of my family out there.
I’ve always been a writer, and I find a sense of great joy and comfort in it, as well as using it as an outlet since my childhood. Once I figured out that I could write for a living, I was thrilled, but one “little” thing nagged at me: I felt I was being drawn away from the very people who made it possible for me to pursue this dream of mine. It was the one thing that I couldn’t reconcile, so when my ghostwriting didn’t pan out the way I had hoped, I felt a tiny little sense of relief. Not that I had failed, but that I could change direction, and maybe find a way to be closer to my people in spite of not being physically present in their lives.