Have you ever had a feeling that was instant and all consuming? The knowing you have to do something? I suddenly knew what I was going to do with my Green Jar fund. In six years, at age 60, I was going to walk 800 kilometres from St. Jean Pied de Port in France, across northern Spain to Santiago.
Then several things happened in fairly quick succession. My father passed away in May. In June a friend died. He was 61 years old. In July my healthy dog developed a bleed into his stomach and was dead in a couple of hours. Another friend died in his 60's. A neighbour in his 50's had a sudden fatal heart attack. BAM...it hit me -- I'm not guaranteed tomorrow, much less 60. So I bumped up the date for my trip, taking into account familial and work related obligations.
I started throwing more money into the jar. If there was a five dollar bill in my wallet on Sunday, it went into the jar along with the change. At the end of the month, I threw in a $20 if I had one. Now I know I'll never get to Spain on spare change. There's a separate travel fund in the bank.
The jar is symbolic. It represents all the grand adventures I'm planning on having.
And my Camino? September 2014.
Great new Blog, tons of potential here. Who would have thought that blogging would be such an outlet for writing? I have signed up to follow your progress. I don't have the lung power for Camino anymore, perhaps I can do it vicariously through green jar...
ReplyDeleteIt's about the only writing I've been doing these days, but that's about to change. Getting back to the novel...again!
DeleteI'm going...haha!
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