Describe your ultimate escape plan (and tell us what you’re escaping from).
What a perfect prompt for me today because I have a plan. Here it is:
I bought a Powerball ticket on Monday and I’m going to win it. It’s not a mega-huge jackpot but that’s why I’m going to win. Life would be tragic if I won 348 million and I probably wouldn’t live through the month. I do think I could handle 20 million or so though. Fewer people are buying tickets because the jackpot is lower which makes my odds good. Done, in the bag, everyone else tap out, I’m winning!
Oddly enough I do have a backup plan. Silly, I know but I figured I better put a Plan B in place on the off-chance the sales lady at the gas station gave me the wrong numbers. I will hunt her down if they’re not the right ones but I get it, everyone makes mistakes, we’re only human, I guess.
My escape plan is this:
My best friend is having surgery on Friday and I’m going to take care of her for a few days, whether she likes it or not. This is my first escape for a few days, her house, her family. I’m excited to spend some time there as there will be lots of laughs. I owe this woman my life so I am willing to do whatever is needed to take care of her. I may have to draw the line at giving her a bath or wiping her rear end but we can work around that with a garden hose and a loofa sponge on a stick if need be. Yes, I have thought this through.
While I’m there I will be submitting an ebook to be published. That has been my focus for weeks and I’m so close I can feel it. I’m scared to death that only 25 copies will sell but if I don’t stick my neck out how am I going to figure out who’s going to chop it off.
I’ve decided to get a job for the summer only for now. I’d like to bartend at a seasonal place (resort, golf club, marina) and work as much as possible. I’m willing to give up one summer so I can make as much money as I can. I figure a pile of money and pure exhaustion at the end of the summer should propel me to the next phase of my plan.
If by some small miracle, one of the 25 buyers of my book is a publisher or editor, I will hopefully get noticed for a printed book, a second book or perhaps even a writer for a small nursing home newsletter in Florida.
Before winter hits us, I would like to be somewhere warm. Preferably in the Caribbean. Now, I realize I may have to purchase a small boat, row there myself, live on the beach and make clay pots (oh, that reminds me, I should take a pottery class) but I want to be there. The ultimate escape to paradise.
Finally, I don’t think of it as escaping from anything, I think of it as moving toward something. Ok, maybe escaping from the northland winters, that warrant for my arrest and that weird stalker guy but other than that, I’m not running, I’m really not. In all seriousness, I feel this is about me, my time, my dream, my plan.
Hopefully everyone has an escape plan. Even if it’s far-fetched and may never come true I think everyone should have dreams for an escape.
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