...that's what I've been telling myself for the last few months while well-meaning friends have asked pointed questions to which I have no answers. Where are we going? What will we do for money? Health insurance? What about our jobs? Our house? Do we have a plan?

The American Heritage Dictionary defines "plan" as, "a detailed scheme or method for the accomplishment of an objective." Uhhh... we don't have that. What we do have is a slightly used RV and an intention to spend ten months traveling the country.

This lack of forward thinking is highly unusual for me, an inveterate planner and researcher. I love a good plan. But in this case, I have avoided such activities. I'm afraid that close examination might plant the seeds of doubt which could blossom into full-blown worry. And worry is one of those things that I am hoping to leave behind—along with a lot of other stuff—in the hopes of making room for the whims of fate.

One thing I have planned is this blog. I'll try to post regularly. I hope you'll follow along.