Supertramp Story no. 1 - The Resurrection of Wild Heart / by Erica Kathleen

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Hold on y’all shits about to get real good up in here. 

Wait for it. 

wait for it . . .

Lately, I’ve been having a really, reeeaaally, rough go of things, mentally and physically. It’s been one doctors appointment after another. When I look on the calendar I only know what day it is because of what doctors appointment is next. Nothing else exciting to look forward to. . . . 

I have a specialist appointment and tests scheduled for the next week. 

Could be huge. Could be nothing. My mind tends to run on the side of the worst possible scenario.

I remember thinking "what if this is it? what if this is the big thing?"

I remember looking at my husband and saying "what if this test comes back and it’s not good news? what if the doctor tells me that I have six months to live? I can sure as shit tell you that if I have six months to live I don’t want to be doing what I’m fucking doing. As it is, I have so little energy, that what I do have, I don’t want to spend it on the computer doing business stuff."

and then after a moment, I looked at him and said  . . . "You know what? Actually, even if the tests come back ok, I have such a small amount of time in a day that I feel ok, I don’t want to do it anymore. I just don’t. I feel so completely empty & depleted. I only have so much. My energy is GOLD.  I want to tend to it & nurture it & only spend it on the most amazing of things, that fill me up."

And that’s when I decided to close my shop and only open it for a few days every couple of months.

That's when I told the handful of people who've been patiently waiting for me to finish their portraits, that I wasn't going to.

That's when I decided that doing things that FILL ME UP is now my number one priority.

That's when I made me, my number one priority.

~deep breath~

a huge sigh of relief. I felt like a HUGE weight had been lifted from me, and then, THIS painting came out. It came out of the space that I created & it felt soooo good. 

 . . . a few days later .  . .

I had been in bed for four days in a row, not in super amounts of pain, but just so exhausted, so empty, no energy to do anything. All I was doing was laying in bed. Then I got the idea to watch "Into the Wild", which I have seen before and I LOOOOOVE, and I had just been thinking about it and wanted to watch it.

~spark~

The part when he burns his Social Security card and cuts up his drivers license and gives all the money to charity and just takes off to go LIVE. . .  . .  aaaaaahhhhhhhh . . . I have this huge smile on my face and my heart so full of joy and hope and then moments later . . . I feel tears streaming down my face and I realized  . . . I want SOOOO badly to do that. . . too drop off the grid, to be anonymous, to go have fucking grand adventures  . . . and the tears . . .  were because  . . .              I couldn’t.

I’ve always wanted to do something like that and now I can’t. 

Dear sweet sweet husband sees me breaking down and asks what’s wrong. I tell him I want to do something like that. I want to go LIVE & have GRAND adventures, but I can’t. 

He looks at me "why not?!" . . . 

me, "Come on! Kids, responsibilities, SICK, feel like shit, can’t move. Look at me! There's no way I could do that."

He’s like "Yeah you can do it! DO IT!!!" . . .

ok. maybe I can?

Then I start spinning and the adventure planning begins. First it was just going somewhere for the weekend. Maybe an AirB&B, because really how much can I do? I can't sleep outside. My body couldn't handle it. How far can I go? I have lots of big limitations physically. Then I start thinking, maybe a cabin for three or four days? 

Then the next day sweet husband comes home and I’m in tears.

Dreams crushed.  

"I can’t go."

"Why not?!" After I had been laying in bed all day, in pain and exhausted "Look at me! I can’t go like this. I can't do it LIKE THIS!! I can’t. I CAN'T!!!"  

and then, said sweetheart, reminds me of my "in-betweens" painting. My "in-betweens" story. Our "in-betweens" honeymoon, the best two weeks of my life and I was sick almost the whole time. I couldn’t do much, but it was the most wonderful two weeks of my life. He’s so smart. 

And then the wheels began to spin again.

Madly.

Wildy.

Feverishly.

I CAN DO IT! I can go on a trip. I can do stuff. and if I feel bad or I’m tired, I can lay down wherever I am. I can rest. I can lay down and be in pain, in this body, somewhere beautiful. I CAN. 

like the Little Engine That Could.

I think I can

I think I can

I think I can

So as the days went by, my obsession changed from doctors appointments and medical tests & googling medical shit, to how I would turn the Subaru into a camper. 

I ordered a camp stove.

I sewed curtains for the Subaru.

I ordered comfy, warm, blue-gray long johns.

I packed my camp chair & my art supplies.

I packed my favorite stout & a fresh bottle of sunblock.

and guess what?

I DID IT!!!

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6 days.

alone.

in the woods. 

into the wild ;)

let me tell you friends, those empty wells, were filled back up to overflowing.

and I, now have a new favorite thing,

going solo, into the wild.

I'm was planning my next one a few days after I got home.

That painting up at the top . . . not finished, and, I think maybe I'll make a fun rule for myself that I can only work on it when I'm in the wild.

speaking of that, the sun is shining & my hearts needs to go.

I love you, my wild hearts.

See you after my next grand adventure. 

xo, EK

ps. the shop is open HERE till monday afternoon. As soon as I hit post here, I'll be emailing you the password. Big LOVES. 

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