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Work. Work. Work.

Needless to say I was out of work for two months since the accident. I took a leave. Was on disability. Not because I was physically disabled but emotionally damaged. Not working was much needed for a while. But then after some time. I wanted needed to go back to working.
Having a free open schedule seems nice. But it drove me freakin bonkers. Like pull my hair out bonkers. I truly felt like an unproductive person in society. I. Have. To. Work.
Well I went back. Not because I am any less emotionally unstable. In fact in some ways I am probably more unstable. But you know what? I'm soooo freakin happy I did. Being useful to something has really helped me. Being able to feel like I am working towards a goal is grrrrrreat!
However if I could go back to not having to set my alarm and just waking up when I naturally do and then heading on into work…I so would. Alarms suck.

Yes…yes I do! And I am so grateful to have it!

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Traditions denied by adulting. 🙅🏼

At this very time – every year since I was born – I would be sitting shotgun in my Dad’s or my Papa’s motorhome working the CB radio on the way to Dumont Dunes. *If you do not know what a CB radio is you are too young!!!* My family was part of the Dune Masters, a dune buggy club that went out together and had the time of our lives. Since my Papa passed my family has not kept up this tradition. And let me tell you I want more than anything to get it started again, raising my children doing it and experiencing all that I have grown and loved.

But you know growing up, bills, work, all that adulting CRAP really puts a halt to these traditions you experienced as a kid. Its not like my entire childhood where I had the whole next week off and a family to fund this VERY  expensive get-a-way. I keep telling myself, “Next year! We are doing it!” But it never quite works out that way.

Its not just the camping and riding about going to the dunes. It was/IS the Dune Masters. The camaraderie of everyone out there. The traditions out there; Bingo night, the raffle, the all day mens ride, ALL of us eating Thanksgiving dinner TOGETHER, the campfires, going to the canyon at night to shoot bottle rockets at each other, THE PEOPLE. 

I’ve always promised myself I was going to become the first “girl” Dune Master to get in with her Papa’s buggy. Im going to do it. I’M GOING TO DO IT NEXT YEAR. I have decided. It’s going to happen.

Have fun out there Dune Masters! I’ll be thinking of you! Wishing I was out there!

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