The Fuck-It List...

I adopted the term "The Fuck-It List" from something witty my mom said, a while back.  Sam and I have lived a rather adventurous life, going after what we want in our personal lives...leaving little room for a useless piece of paper with shit I say that I will do, someday.  A nagging theme; however, has continued to remerge in our conversations.  Our admiration of snowy mountains and an obsession with the salty sea. There was just one little hurdle....our location dependent jobby-jobs.

If English grammar is not your forte...did you catch that verb tense above.  "Was".  

That's right... We've started a "Fuck-it, Why Not" action plan.  

Many months ago, I declined to resign my contract.  My days as a classroom teacher are dwindling.  I've got some tricks up my sleeve, but for now I am keeping my cards tight.  Here is what I will share: I've already started one piece of work as a remote-based independent contractor.  As in years past, I am doing some private tutoring with a family and have picked up a new client. There have been multiple days in the past four months that I've worked all three jobs, in one day.  Knowing the work load is temporary, enjoying what it is I am doing & relishing the journey of what is unfolding has kept me sane.  That and the incredible swell which has been lingering in the bay, making all the surfers giddy!

Slow your roll....we are not leaving Mexico anytime soon.  Nor will we.  It is the Mountains & the Mar (ocean) which we seek.  Mexico & the United States.  Sam will be back at the school next year.   The big step has been taken, the rest are baby steps towards wrapping up the plan (and no assholes: the baby analogy has nothing to do with us expecting nor planning on babies).

Stay Tuned...because "Fuck-It, It's Happening".