I started writing this blog out of sheer frustration and disillusionment with the adulting life that had sneakily taken over. We all begin life young, full of dreams and aspirations. Then, bam! Life happens – we get hitched, have tiny humans, acquire a house, snag a car, start a career, or maybe even invest in a business. Not that these things are bad; they’ve brought us joy over the years. But let’s face it, those dreams we once had? They pulled a Houdini on us. It’s like they saw responsibility coming and went, “Nah, we’re out!”
Our journey to reclaim our lost dreams started thanks to our youngest troublemaker, Lance, and his partner-in-crime, Skyler. At the ripe age of 26, they sold everything they owned to gallivant through Africa. People’s reactions? “Oh, they’re just lucky; they’re young and flexible.” Seriously, where is this handbook that says you can only live your best life when you’re young and wrinkle-free? I must’ve missed the memo – and it seems like everyone else got it, too.
Imagine the eyebrows we raised when we announced our plan to sell everything and trot around Africa, doing the things we’d always dreamed of. “Irresponsible!” they cried. “How will you pay bills? Where’s the cash coming from? What about the business?” I half-expected someone to ask if we’d lost our marbles. Funny thing is, I don’t remember anyone asking that when Lance and Skyler did the same. It got us thinking – why not start a blog and share our journey? Maybe inspire others to shake off the shackles of responsibility. After all, who says you can’t chase dreams after hitting the big 5-5?
So, here’s the kickoff of our wild adventure to rediscover our inner child for the next 30 years. Where will it take us? No clue. How will it treat us? Your guess is as good as mine. But that’s the fun, right? Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself as we part ways with our boat, empty our garage (a task that’s somehow more daunting than adulting), and put our house on the market. Selling off a lifetime of accumulated stuff is a major feat, especially considering we’ve been nesting in this home for two decades. The idea of becoming Irresponsible Adults only hit us eight months ago, and we’re still processing it. We were cruising toward retirement, thinking about trading suburban life for a rocking chair. You know the drill – “I only have 10 years left, or 5 years left before we can start living our life.” Well, we’re not buying it anymore. We’re not waiting around; we’re taking a leap of faith into the unknown. So, buckle up and follow us as we navigate this uncharted territory. I’m not sure how often I’ll be posting or blogging (this whole blogging thing is like figuring out how to adult all over again), but this is the beginning of us shaking things up – responsibly Irresponsible Adults style