Life After Forty — Breaking The Mold of Average

Starting Your Career After 40 —

I’ve been thinking a lot about our music today.  I guess, in all reality, I think a lot about it each and every day; even in my dreams.  Even though, by societies mold, I might be considered a bit past my prime to get my musical career off the ground, music is still inside…the songs keep coming.

In my dreams…when I’m awake, in the early morning hours, the rare quiet times throughout the day…even when I’m driving, a song is always on my horizon of thoughts.  So…in my heart, I know, He is giving me his Blessing to keep at it.  –As long as you still believe, the music is always there.

But I’m the kind of person–what most folks don’t realize–who doesn’t like to be restricted by labels or molds.  If-ever anyone says I can’t do something, or they come across as unbelievers of my dreams (i.e. our musical ambitions), then I make it a point to prove them wrong.  It may take a little time to situate myself, but I’ll eventually have my day in the sun.

Still, I feel I’ve learned a lesson by these types of occurrences, and certain people who I’ve come in contact with over the years, whether good or bad.  I’ve discovered that some folks feel uncomfortable with anyone who doesn’t blend in with the mold of normalcy.  –Something I’ve never been any good at!

For me, anything worth dreaming is certainly worth the rugged climb or a few hurdles of nay-sayers, trying to build themselves up…by bringing someone else down (I know we’ve all had these kinds of encounters).  Besides, anyone who’s anybody knows–if you allow your dreams to be corralled into the mold other’s deem fitting for you, you’ll never get anywhere but right where they wish for you to stay.  I for one, choose to break the mold of the norm, and prove these small thinkers wrong.  A life worth living is certainly worth jumping over a few hurdles to get there!

*Never let anyone keep you down*

 

Beach Bums

So we’ve become a couple’o beach bums!  It isn’t hard to do here on Galveston Island.  Time has just flown by since that first month we were here; struggling harder than we’d ever thought we would.  But the worst part of that first month was relinqushing to the RV Campground; as full of amenities as it was!  That ‘one week’ we stayed there cost almost as much as we’re paying a month in our current spot.  Never mind the fact that it had two pools, and hot tub, miniature golf, showers, laundry facilities, breakfast buffet…and the whole nine-yards–an RV park is always overcrowded, and well…an RV Park.  We do not care for them one little bit!

So, there we were, at Jamaica Beach RV ‘Resort’ and Campground; enjoying the finer side of roughing it…if you will.  We’d spent nearly two weeks camping–really camping–on the beach…and enjoying it immensely (minus a few little set back and situations I don’t care to mention).  Either way, we knew we had to head back to some version of civilization, if for no other reason than to stop turning heads of unknowing passersby who seemed to take an interest in our camping rig on the sand and the fact that we have a little’n.  People who think they know what we’re all about really do piss me off!  I wanted to throw sand in their eyes at times!  Free country?  Yeah…whatever you think!  I care not to fool myself on that one. 

Needless to say, we were ‘pressured’ into the crowded comforts of JBRVP (Jamaica Beach RV Park), and set about catching up on laundry…and taking nightly dips in the hot tub.  I have to admit that the fact that we could ride our bikes just across the highway to Seven Seas Market was an added bonus.  I just love that little store!  It was the best discovery on the west end of the island–for us anyway.

So…there we were, set up at JBRV…and wouldn’t you know thatBaby screamed and cried about just about everything…almost every night we were there.  I can just imagine what our RV neighbors might have thought!   But I really don’t care…quite honestly!  I know it sounded pretty bad from the outside, but they didn’t know what bad ‘growing pains’ Baby was having on the inside of our little van-home. 

We had been dealing with such sleepless nights for several years…on and off.  Baby would sleep soundly most of the time, but then it would hit; the growing pains…kicking, screaming, and crying, night after night for about a week.  It just happened to be bad timing for us, when we stayed at JBRV.  But we made it through, and so did Baby.  She grew, but we didn’t sleep much at all that week. 

Most folks might think she was crying because we were all cramped into our little rig, but that wasn’t even close to being the case.  We were all quite comfortable in Peniki, with the drive-away tent attached.  We were camped right next to the playground, which was next to the splash pad, which was next to the swimming pool and hot tub.  It was really ‘the life’ when it comes to camping and not living off the grid; as we’d hoped to be doing by this time.  We don’t like most people, so it goes.  People are shallow, fake, superficial, and prejudice; even in this day and age.  We like very few of the folks we meet.  But the majority really don’t deserve a second glance or the wasted breath…as far as we’re concerned. 

So, enough of that little confession…or opinion.  We were looking forward to getting the heck out of the concrete jungle of big rigs.  Camping…you said?  Hah!  People have all gone ‘soft’!  Few could survive without their flat screen TV’s, A/C or heat, golf carts (Really folks…?  If you’re not a senior citizen…or on a golf course, you look like a complete lazy ass idiot rolling around the RV park on a golf cart!  Sheesh!!)  But, hey…!  Whatever works for some, is just insanity to others.  But it sure does shed some light on why a lot of people are fat in this country.  : I

Either way, different strokes for different folks!  We were happy to end our stay at JBRV and be heading closer to Seawall, and to a place we hoped might soon be ‘our’ new place.  We’d set up a time to view a spot at a private RV lot in an out of the way area of the island.  Pulling out of Jamaica Beach that morning, we were hopeful we’d soon have a more permanent address.  It was just the calm before the storm.  Even if you think you have life planned; it never does turn out the way you thought.