One of the girls at work today raised an interesting point which I hadn’t considered and probably should have. I’ve got a lot going on with this RV. Maybe too much.
Or so she thought.
I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge nor have I ever really figured out how to quit. Impossible isn’t even in my vocabulary. Forget that I don’t know anything about mechanics, or wiring, or carpentry. I’ll figure it out. I always do.
Or I’ll throw so much money at it someone else will figure it out.
That always works too.
The whole conversation made me reflect slightly. I’ve always been tenacious, to put it mildly, even though not everything in my life has worked out. Quite the opposite really, usually it all goes to hell at mach 10 in the biggest hand basket available but that doesn’t seem to have swayed my complete mental investment in whatever project Im chasing at any particular time. I have to assume some of those failures are my fault, perhaps a good bit more than just some. I’m a big dreamer without a lot of practicality and I know that but knowing it changes nothing. I wonder at this point if it’s too late to learn to temper some of my enthusiasm with some common sense.
Or if I even want to.
That gets me back into the whole labeling obsession I have. I wonder what psychological fault that is categorized as? What causes it? Is there a cure? How does that tie into the rest of my issues?
In the meantime I guess Im going to learn the electrical systems of an RV and how to fix them.
And how to build furniture in one.
And replace all the plumbing.
Not going to lie, Im pretty excited to start!
Heartache, hiccups and hope 