DAY 365: Worth Celebrating

After two hours on the porch, the champagne was long gone and the stories could have gone on forever, but it was 43 degrees and I was barefoot. Now that I am back on the bus with the diesel heater pumping away, I expected my toes to defrost. When they weren’t I looked over the top of the computer to see Pyewacket plunked down directly in front of the hose dispensing hot heat. Like other devoted cat staff, I walked on the cold floor in my bare feet to the back of the bus and put on a pair of fleece-lined booties. 

Later, when I get in bed and look up at the white bead board ceiling, joy will flow through me as it always does. When I walk up the steps into my sacred space, I am grateful. Sometimes, I get lost in what I am doing and forget where I am. When I remember, I giggle because I am on my skoolie. I am a witch and I am on wheels. This was my dream. I really did it. I did! I did! I did! And I’m still doing it 365 nights later. Badass never felt so good!