Jaci Dawn

This exercise is supposed to delve into “what if I had taken that chance”, but I’ve always been pretty good at jumping and taking that chance.

Take the year 1977, for instance. I traveled by bus across America, by myself (blogged about here and ending here).

I haven’t taken those kinds of chances in ages, but I took a wild chance when I first applied for a job in the real estate industry (as an admin, not a real estate agent). I’ve made that a “career” – been at this for 17 years this October.

I took a crazy chance when I pulled my kids out of public school and started homeschooling them through middle school and high school (they may resent some of that, but they turned out to be pretty intelligent, well-read, and successful people).

Sometimes, I feel like I am stuck – the career is stale, maybe. I’m aging. I have so much art to paint and so many stories to write. Again, I’ve moved into the proactive mode: I have a mentor in art, now, and a life coach. I’m making goals and following through. I chip away at writing with exercises like this and a few hundred words a night on my novel.

I remind myself that my mother always encouraged me by telling me the story of Grandma Moses. My mother chose to die when she was 63, but she didn’t want that for me. I’ve inherited her Scots stubbornness, and I fully intend to push through and reach my goals before I age much more.

This all leads into: I intend to have my website, an Etsy store, my Facebook business page, and an Instagram business page all up and functioning before my 61st birthday. Talk about jumping off the deep end without a life jacket!

Now I *have* to be accountable to all of my readership, not just my coach!

(I’ll post links to all of those sites before October 22nd. I turn 61 in November.)