Escapism & the call of adventure

I’ve got that feeling again.

The feeling I need to aggressively downsize, divest, and disappear. You know, more so than usual.

I am unabashedly in love with the idea of living simply aboard a 40-foot sailboat. No mortgage. No electric or water bill. Just food, data, and the odd splash of diesel for the Doldrums.

And for the same reason, I also love the idea of downsizing into a lightly used RV for a couple years, taking the show on the road, and living to work more than working to live (while saving up for said 40-foot sailboat, naturally).

But I’m starting to notice these voices get louder in times of stress. When the site goes down, when deadlines loom, when the best laid plans of mice fall apart—the urge to run away grows stronger.

I don’t think that means all my hopes and dreams stem from the wrong side of “fight or flight,” but I DO think it’s something worth doing some deeper thinking on.

Fortunately, I’ve got some good friends I can think about this stuff with.

Po boy’s PO box

I got a PO box this week.

Next week, I’m filling for the LLC.

It’s funny. GBXM will be nine years old this year. And I’m just now doing this stuff.

For some reason, these have seemed like big, difficult things to do. They’re not.

They’re not even expensive. It’s hard to justify spending money when you’re not making any.

Which reminds me…

After I get the LLC, I’m gonna get an EIN.

And then I’m getting a business account.

Making a difference. Making a profit.

Making it happen.