If you’re not happy, walk away. Or drive away, as the case may be
The title of this post could have been so many different things. In the end, I decided on one that fit two different situations we have had this week.
If you’re not happy, walk away. Well, we drove away. And here’s why.
When we pulled into the boondocking spot near Why, there were more people than two weeks ago when we left. Our first thoughts were, we should have gone to Quartzsite. So the post title could have been, “Listen to your intuition, it’s always right.” We didn’t go to Quartzsite like we were thinking, and we should have listened.
We found an out of the way spot though, and were fairly happy. Then Thursday, a rig moved within 20 yards of us. So this post could have been called, “Boodndocking etiquette gone wrong.” Especially when said rig had a very loud radio, and for bonus points, a generator. We boondock for the peace and quite, if we wanted noise, we would stay in an RV park.
Then on Friday, 4 rigs joined this one. So this post could have been called, “When the neighborhood goes to shit, it’s time to move.” Bright and early Saturday morning we packed up and drove 200 miles away, leaving the din of generators behind us.
We were obviously meant to see this wonderful sunset from our new spot.
One thing I love about the RV life is the ability to get up and go if we need to. It’s a flexibility that owning a home does not afford. I have lived in places throughout my life, were getting up and moving would have been ideal.
The other walk away moment this week was something Al was going through. Al grew up in a world were he was never told he couldn’t do anything. His dad just handed him whatever, and told him to figure it out, he could do it. And he did. He has been building furniture since he was 12. He started the wood carving, and was great at it from the start. Same with sculpting. He took a few classes from a friend, but just hit the ground running. It helps that he is a true artist, with a lot of natural born talent.
He has been painting this winter, which is a new medium for him. He has produced some small pieces that I think are very good. Ever the perfectionist, he is not so happy with them. He started a new piece the other day and became so completely frustrated he had to just walk away. Then he came back, and packed all the paints and canvas away. He is not use to this imperfection, and not knowing “how” in his world. I jokingly told him, “Welcome to the real world. This is what everyone else goes through learning something new.” He wants to take some classes on technique, which I think is the perfect idea.
So the moral of the story for today is, don’t be afraid to walk away from something that doesn’t feel right. What’s the worst that can happen?
Have you ever done that, have you wished you could?