Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Going on a (virtual) adventure

Mischief managed

After wasting half an hour of my life fighting to log into my Blogger account via the almighty Google, which, of course, is like attacking the Hoover Dam with a feather, I'm in!

Lucky for me, given my love-hate relationship with Blogger, the plan is (yet again, but with greater resolve this time) to migrate to a wordpress platform directed to my very own domain, which I cleverly (flag: self-flattery) purchased some time ago, but have thus far failed to put to good use. (Self-flattery negated. It all evens out in the end.)

Sneak peek of the dubious plan

Moving on - my domain is: and I'll launch that puppy within a month or so. (I just gave myself an out again with the 'or so' bit. Curses.) It will take a while to move posts and set things up like I like 'em, in between doing my real job.

Keeping it real

The first dilemma in migrating is deciding whether to (1) republish some or all of the old posts and back-date them or (2) republish with a current date and a note that it's being republished from x date ... or (3) republish with new dates and pretend the posts are new.

The third option sounds easier. I wouldn't have to account for the gaps (when I was writing but not posting every draft), but fake-dating seems disingenuous. My escape journey has been real, not fictional, and at the end of the day I believe the truth - warts and all - will be more helpful for others than a fully-edited version. Maybe readers can take courage in seeing my flops along the way.

What happens next?

Paraphrasing Seth Godin, sometimes you have to quit trying to get all your ducks in a row and do something with the ducks you have. This project is meant to be and is, therefore, blessed by the universe, so whatever wayward ducks are left behind at this point will either fall in line or won't matter in the long run. (Moral of the story: take action.)

I'll be doing a lot of prep work on I plan to keep posting here until launch, but in the event there is radio silence here over the next month (or so), take heart and know I'm working on that launch and enjoying the adventure along the way, virtual and otherwise.

All the best,

photo credit: zenera via photopin cc

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Hello, beautiful world

There is much to say about how far we've come in the last two years and how we got here. The escape plan is still a go, but our motivation has changed matured. Instead of caving to our desire to pick up and run (read RUN), we turned our goals inside out and examined the thoughts that drive them. We realized, of course, we can't escape ourselves, no matter where we go.

Rather, the path to a fulfilled, satisfying life begins at a point deep within ourselves.

The journey starts at absolute zero

We must be willing to examine ourselves - to understand which past experiences shape our individual perceptions - in order to overcome that persistent, inherent, internal negative inertia we all carry around. Only then can we move forward meaningfully.

In other words, you can't plan an efficient route if you don't have a clear picture of where you are to begin with.

For our part, we did the soul-searching by asking ourselves these questions:

  • Why do we want to escape in the first place? 
  • What are we really looking for? 
  • Which possible futures are we de-selecting by choosing this path?
  • What can we do to make our new lives different from our old lives?

Getting out of my own way

As mentioned before, comfort begets complacency. It's easy to let my big dreams slide to the wayside when life props me up in relative comfort. My comfort zone, however, is really my safety zone. It's only when I step outside my comfortable little box that my spirit awakens and I find it within me to challenge what is common and average. 

It follows that if I don't get out of my own way, I will never accomplish more than I have to this point. I have to figure out how to defeat myself in order to avoid defeating myself. This process is nothing if not interesting, at least for me.

Of course, putting all of this escape plan business into a blog for the world to see was my admittedly half-hearted attempt to build in some accountability - half-hearted because if I truly wanted to be held accountable I would not have withheld my identity. Once again, I put an obstacle in my own path, or failed to remove an obstacle which I had the power to remove. 

The girl behind the blog

I finally realize - and admit - that I can't get to where I want to be if I'm not willing to experience discomfort. So -

My name is Nancy. I'm a lawyer with a solo practice in a small town in the south.  I may be back to take this post down when the fear of unraveling our comfortable little lives grips me in the middle of the night, but - for now - there it is. A nugget of reality to keep me honest with myself. A step in the right direction. 

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Where should I start?

We are still dreaming of and working on the escape, but we've reached an unexpected speed bump. It seems silly to even type the words, but this issue has a grip on my security gland and I don't know how to explain it: The problem is - I don't know if I really want to sell our house.

Hold 'em or fold 'em, honey

When we bought this land and later built our home, I thought we would stay here forever. We chose a plan with a master bedroom on the main floor so one day - when we're really old - we won't have to climb stairs to go to bed. Such was my line of thinking, anyway. 

Now, we are in a position where - absent a stellar offer on The Book and a hefty advance to finish it, or another unexpected windfall - we need to sell our house to facilitate the escape. We have reached a point where we must decide whether we're serious enough to cash in our chips, as it were. Or not. This is it. 

Some background  

Before now, in the back of my mind, even after the escape plan was established and wholeheartedly accepted, I always imagined - somehow - we would keep our family home and maybe rent it out or have some of our kids (there are six of them, after all) live in it and keep it up while we were basking in the (minimalist Bohemian) winter Caribbean sun. I imagined travelling back to our family home from time to time to play with our as-yet-unborn grand-babies and have late-night Christmas cookie-making sleepovers (don't judge).

Now I have to decide whether to give up those fantastic dreams in favor of the escape plan. Sure, we can still visit the grown-up kids and their future offspring if we sell the family home. But we'll have a hard time making cookies in Mimi's hotel room.

So this is where the proverbial rubber meets the road

If we're going to sell, we need to start getting the house ready and finding the needle-in-a-haystack buyer. We have five (six in a pinch) bedrooms / four bathrooms, two dens and two garages on three levels at the end of a two-mile dirt road in East Bumble. Then there's the attached farm and amphitheater, complete with a new stage and electricity because we thought it would be fun to have concerts on the farm. (And it is.) 

The amphitheater stage under construction last year
How many folks are looking for this kind of house in this particular area? What if we can't find a buyer? We need to sell the house for its actual value - not a fire sale price - in order to pay everything off. If we can't sell high enough to pay off our debts, there's no point selling at all. 

Maybe my fears are ridiculous and shallow, I admit it, but I have been paralyzed by them.

Facing my fears

So, what's the problem? My family didn't have much when I was growing up. In my mind, we were poor. (Since then, I've seen real poverty and now I realize how rich we were.) But the child is the father of the man, or mother of the woman in my case, and feelings ingrained in childhood are hard to overcome.

My fear of being essentially homeless undoubtedly stems - at least in part - from the fact that my childhood home was of the mobile variety. I'm not talking about one of those cute little retirement-style trailers. It had corrugated metal siding and homemade steps. 

Not this one, but close if you take away the fancy pergola and flamingo.

It may have been nice when it was new, but ours gradually fell apart - as trailers are wont to do - during my childhood, adolescence and teen years. (I bolted at 17 to go to college out of state.) 

I clearly remember my unschooled, divorced mother struggling to provide our basic necessities via minimum wage jobs. We somehow always had enough to eat and plenty of love and affection, but rarely had new clothes and never the latest fashion trends or gadgets, or even air conditioning in south Florida. I know, cry me a river, right? I didn't say my feelings were rational.

... And the what-ifs

Another big fear is regret. What if we lose our way? What if we end up hating our new lives? What if we end up homeless?? The negatives are out there - unexpected snags will crop up along the way. Hopefully there won't be anything major, but I worry that the negatives could pile up and outweigh the positives. 

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, right? Should we just stay put and fertilize our own yard? Once we cash in and check out, there won't be any do-overs. Our house will belong to someone else.

I am alone in this decision

My husband is, as I've written before more than once, exceptional. He is not bound to the need for security in hearth and home, but says he is ready to sell it all and chase our dreams. I believe him when he says he doesn't care where home is - as long as I'm there with him - and the less time we are required to spend apart each day, the better. He also doesn't mind if we scrap the escape plan altogether and stay put. He'll even cheerfully put off retirement so we can keep making the payments.

There's a flip side to having a spouse who is completely committed to the escape plan - I get to own this reluctance to cash in all by myself. There's no room to blame it on someone else. (Dammit.)

Reality check

Where does all this rambling lead? After much deliberation and thoroughly sifting out what doesn't matter from what does matter, I vote we sell. I am willing to engage in and perpetuate the sacred circuit - to give up that which is precious to me in hopes of making something even better. 

The fact is, I would give my man the world if it were mine to give, but far more importantly, I trust him. In my brain and in my heart I know it doesn't really matter where or what home is - as long as we're together. If he says it's okay to close our eyes and jump, that's what I'll do. 

The next post will be the beginning of telling it all.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Should I just give up?

Time is ephemeral smoke and unyielding steel at the same time. It is utterly silent, flittering away when we're not looking, then demanding performance without excuses, nonchalantly cruel and precise.

Happy birthday to me

My birthday is today. The fact of it is no surprise, but the blues it brought were unexpected. What's the problem? Good question. Maybe a long overdue blog update is a good way to assess last year's progress.

Work toward Escape 2015 is coming along. During the last 9 months, I all but replaced my regular work income with freelance writing income. Then in the last three weeks or so, the assignments dried up and blew away like yesterday's entertainment section. A lesson learned in putting all the eggs in a single basket.

Thankfully I didn't close down my regular business. People have been knocking down my door for the regular stuff, so a break from freelance writing has given me a chance to catch up.

What about the book?

Earlier this year I thought about taking off during November to finish my book. It is National Novel Writing Month, right? Of course, as November grew closer, the calendar was filled with everything except writing. Time keeps slipping away ... now I'm not even sure if I want to finish the book. That book, anyway.

The question is do I really want to write transient fiction, or do I want to write something with staying power? Check that - who am I kidding. I want to write a bestseller and sell the movie rights.

There's something else to be thankful for - I'm not restricted by lofty ideas of writing the next great American novel. Plus, according to Ernest Hemingway, the first draft of anything is shit. I can take heart.

What about the world?

And we've been busy pursuing progress in and for Haiti. We've made two trips there this year, with more planned for next year. I'm following doors which seem to magically open regarding an entrepreneurial project which will employ many Haitians at a real living wage. There's a lofty idea for ya.

So please forgive me if you've been wondering whether we gave up. We didn't. We won't. In fact, I think it's time to celebrate a birthday. Regrouping can wait until tomorrow.

All my love,

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Half Way There

Steven Goodwin

Daily life is like a maze with infinite turns and dead ends.  Making a plan and taking the time to review it periodically is like taking a ladder up to the stand on top of the wall.  You can see further, avoid the next dead end, and reorient yourself to move toward the goal, rather than away from it.  Review, plan, get back on course. 

Monthly progress reviews and planning sessions are great if you do them.  I imagine there are people who do monthly reviews outside a work setting, but they are probably either boring or bored.  That’s my excuse for not doing monthly reviews. 

Yet I will agree that yearly reviews and planning sessions are the bare minimum needed to measure progress and make course corrections.  Quarterly is a happy medium. 
One undeniable fact I’ve learned from this project is that I am more likely to reach my goals when I put a plan in writing.  It really is the best way to tackle my stubborn, self-sabotaging other self.

So, where to start?  Here’s the short version:

1.  Where are you now?

2.  Where do you want to be?
3.  How did you get where you are?

4.  How will you get where you’re going?

My answers:
1.  Half-way through implementing the Escape plan.

2.  Free.
3.  Planning, working, course correcting, planning, working, course correcting, planning (you get the picture).

4.  More of number 3, specifically:
            a.  Increase paid writing work.
            b.  Improve my writing.
            c.  Finish the dang book, for crying out loud.
            d.  Build new revenue streams.

Easy as pie, right?
Claire Braithwaite
The truth is, I believe a lot of people would like to make significant life changes, but don’t know where to start.  The thought of making big changes is so overwhelming and full of unanswered questions that we are more likely to stick our heads back in the sand while parts of our souls wither with longing.
But the phrase “comfort zone” is a copout.  It would be more accurate to call it a safety zone.  All too often, we prefer the predictable results of life as we know it in the safety zone, even if the safety zone is a miserable place to be.  Then you look up and ten years have flown by.
No more.    

Start with a simple assessment like the one below.
2012 in review:

·         Secured paid writing contracts to meet half of monthly income requirements,

·         Reduced regular workload involving the stuff that drives me batty,

·         Increased farm revenue,

·         Posted an insufficient number of posts to the Escape.2015 blog, and

·         Almost whipped the tax gorilla.

Then think about things you’d like to do this year which will help you get where you want to be. 

Here’s a peek at my plans for 2013:
·         Upgrade the Escape.2015 blog as follows:

·         Get a new look,

·         Move to Wordpress,

·         Establish a reasonable posting schedule, (and stick to it)

·         Sort through old posts and eliminate the really crappy ones,

·         Clean and tighten our theme,

·         Consider revealing identities,

·         Give away every bit of information learned along the way about planning and effecting an escape;

·         Continue to increase writing work while decreasing other work,

·         Find additional sources of income to be generated remotely or passively,

·         Schedule time every week to work on The Book,

·         Write an article for magazine publication at least once each month,

·         Submit so many articles for publication that it becomes easy to toss or delete the rejections with a roll of the eyes while considering to whom we will resubmit, and

·         Do quarterly reviews.  (Monthly may be better, but quarterly is more realistic for me.)

Once you've looked made your lists, use the information to help answer the four main questions above.  Remember, it’s not a contract or a graded assignment.  It’s a plan.  It’s your plan. You get to change it as much as you want as often as you want, and you can keep it a secret or post it on a billboard in the front yard.

If reading this post made that withered part of your soul start tingling again, to believe on some small level that big changes really are possible, then what are you waiting for?  Planning costs zero dollars, it can be done anywhere, and it is without a doubt the most powerful tool we have for changing the course of our lives. 

Everyone ends up somewhere.  Will you get there on purpose, or will you be a casualty of someone else’s plan?

Arjun Kartha


Tracy Toh


I'll take Door Number 2, please.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

These Days

I've been putting off writing this post because I'm having a rather shitty time of it just now.  Maybe it's the monotony of our current existence, the fact that winter is looming on the doorstep and I absolutely hate winter, or that I had another birthday last weekend, or that I feel like the freight train of progress has ground to a screeching halt and I am reduced to dragging it with my teeth BY MYSELF, like that strong man on TV twenty-something years ago, who strongly resembled Mr. Clean, but with bigger muscles and less jewelry.

I guess I thought it would be bad to admit that everything is not just peachy all the time.  Then I figured What the hell?  It's the truth.  Life is like that sometimes.

The question is what will we I do about it?  When I figure it out, I'll let you know.


On to a brighter subject (because I am determined to focus there for the remainder of this post) I had an opportunity to travel to Haiti this summer.  I saw, heard, and felt many things I expected and some I didn't expect.  The sharp contrast between Jacmel, Haiti and my world shook me to my core. I was and am broken for the people of Haiti.  But, crying over it - or closing my eyes - won't change anything.  I may not be able to do much, but will do what I can.

So, to that end, since September, part of my time has been devoted to raising money for a little mission in Jacmel that houses a sewing center. 

Ekaterina Boym-Medler
Let me back up and say this.  I'm a Fixer, naturally predisposed and professionally trained to look at the big picture, identify problems, consider, strategize, and implement solutions.  I get sick and damned tired of doing it all the time for mewling crybabies, but Haiti was different.  There are real problems in Haiti, and real potential solutions.  Only, I'm not big enough to do it by myself.  Sean Penn, maybe? but not unfamous me.  If I had half a minute, a few resources, and some local government cooperation, we could set them on a new course.  But those things are beyond me for now.

So back to the sewing center.  The average weekly salary in Haiti is just $25.00 US, but unemployment is around 80 percent.  An estimated 1 in 9 people in Haiti is an orphan child, and the orphan crisis is directly related to Haiti's pervasive poverty.  Many of the orphans have at least one parent who is living, but so many of them have been abandoned to charity and child slavery (restaveks) for the sake of a roof over their heads and food to eat. 

The sewing center is helping change that.  The mission provides the facility, electricity, materials, sewing machines, training and most importantly salaries to a handful of ladies who wish to participate.  The ladies are learning a marketable skill and earning a salary while making school uniforms for children in nearby orphanages and free schools.  For $25 a week, these ladies can keep their families together.  I've been there and I've seen it working.

So, between regular work and building my second career (freelance writing, which is going well but the pay sucks), I've been engaged in a friendly competition with my husband to see who can raise the most money to help keep the sewing center going.  It feels good to help make a real difference.  Feel free to contact me if you'd like to join the effort.

Note to self - when having a pity party, it helps to remember that no matter how bad things seem, it could always be worse.

Now, back to the freaking freight train.  Where's my rope?

Friday, September 14, 2012

Where Have You Been?

Alfred Lohmann
I feel like I need to start this post with "Dear Diary".  But I won't.

I admit a large chunk of life passed by from May 2011 to July 2012 -- while I worked too much.  I also admit that it was by choice. In retrospect, the experience served more than one purpose. I count the extra lessons learned as having a far greater value than the money.  I have a greater understanding of the real value of some things, and the lack of value of other things.  My perspective is broader, and fear of the unknown diminished in proportion. 

The stone wall that stood for so long is being carefully dismantled, brick by brick.  The changes in me - progress I think - are becoming harder to hide, and I am less compelled to hide them. 

The process of breaking down the wall has been enlightening, revealing layers and stones long forgotten. There were happy discoveries of long abandoned ambition. Other layers were rotten and should have been scraped out long ago.  (No time like the present.)

Moving into a new phase of life can be messy.  Or not.  Sometimes it's up to you.  Sometimes it isn't.  At the end of the day, our lives are the sum of the choices we make.  The question is not simply where do you want to be - but what choices will you make today that are most likely to foster progress?  There is satisfaction in deliberately reaching beyond yourself, despite fear, and in the face of constant doubt. 

There is more satisfaction in looking back to see you were right more often than wrong. 

So what makes you happy? 

Satisfaction is the root of joy.  Personal satisfaction is achieved only by knowing the deepest heart of the real you, ignoring outside pressures to look and do and be something else.  The shocking truth is that most people have not a clue who they are or what they would choose without someone telling them what they want and what they should be.

Are you satisfied?  Is life working for you?  Or is is time to change your perspective?