I had a whole other blog planned out for you today. But such as life goes…blogs go to.

In that…from moment to moment, everything changes.

If you’ve been reading my blogs lately, you’ve probably noticed that life has felt a bit…tough. Emotional. Sobbing on the floor kind of pain.

And somewhere in all that mess I decided I needed an adventure. (click to tweet)

Everything felt stuck. Same old same old. I’d wake up to the same view with virtually the same nightmares the night before.

Work on the same spot on the same couch. Or the same table at the same coffee shop. Day after day.

I got into business for myself because I wanted to create the kind of life I truly wanted to live, but what happened along the way was that I became an employee of my own business, with a boss that was tough on me. And expected a lot. And gave me no days off.

Self-inflicted wounds.

And don’t get me wrong…I love what I do with all my heart and soul, which is how it’s possible for me to work at it as much as I do.

I BELIEVE in Wildheart. I BELIEVE it makes a difference. I BELIEVE it’s important. And I BELIEVE it needs to be in the world. It’s much much more than work.

It’s a mission. A piece of my heart. It’s important. And I love it.

But if I, myself, am not “wildhearting” in my own life, then what good is it that I run the Wildheart Revolution?

So on a whim last week, I got on a plane. Packed whatever would fit in a small black backpack and headed out to California. Where I picked up my family’s camper van.

If you’ve been around these parts for awhile, you’ll know that I spent LOTS of time traveling in this exact van. On a solo road mission to find out what I was made of (as well as the most ideal place for me to live). That time, with just a map and my big great dane.

This time. It’s just me. No map. No dog. Which is apropos to where I’m at in my life right now. A whole new chapter that is literally being written as each word slides off my fingers onto this keyboard.

Nothing is the same as it’s been before. And what’s ahead? Who knows. Seriously. (click to tweet)

So much is unknown. Including where the van will be going later today. And it reminds me that ALL of life is unknown.

Technically, this is not a good time for me to be on the road. I am launching another enrollment for the Wildheart Revolution, which requires a ton of internet time and undivided attention.

And in the spirit of walking my talk, I don’t care.

I surrender and trust that I will have the opportunity to be here as much as I need to be, while at the same time letting the wind flow through my hair, listening to the ocean waves crash as I drift off to sleep. Letting whatever local radio station there is fill the soundtrack of my drive. Watching the pinks and yellows of the sunset peer through my window.

I don’t know where the wind will take me, but really, none of us do.

We just have to trust that we know what’s best for us in any given moment, and BELIEVE that it all works out for the best. (click to tweet)

Yesterday I woke up on the shore of a beach on the coast of California. I slept in til near 10, which I haven’t done in ages. Took a leisurely breakfast with an important person in my life.

Stopped by the winery of my college roommate. And ended up crying (happy and sad tears) over a glass of wine from said winery with my very best friend in the whole world later that night.

We got dressed up all fancy (hello high heels…haven’t seen you since I moved to Montana) and I took her out to dinner at a totally hipster fancy restaurant. We talked about life. Love. Change. Age. The fact that we ruled the town back in our 20’s. We reminisced about all the men in our past (plenty of which we couldn’t remember their names). And we wondered how on earth to go back in time.

And then realized that we don’t actually want to. And that’s not the point. That this moment is the only one that matters and in this moment we are laughing and hugging and eating olives out of a fancy bowl. And what else in life is there, really?

It’s THIS moment. The one that matters.

That there is a blue sky. Or a hug from your best friend’s daughter.

I’m not sure where I’ll be next time I write you but I’ll undoubtedly take you along for the ride.

Because THIS is a Wildheart Life.

The metaphoric (or literal) wind in your hair. The hug with your best friend. The decision to get on that plane or only pack as much as will fit in a backpack. The decision to live in the now. To make decisions based on your heart in this moment. And to keep living and loving even when you’re balled up on the floor. Crying.

Life goes on. So let your Wildheart run free in the meantime. (click to tweet)

And this is exactly what the Wildheart Revolution is all about. Making conscious choices. Being awake. Getting on that plane (whatever YOUR version of that plane is). Letting your heart hang out and your tears flow through. Being the absolute best YOU possible by taking yourself on these adventures.

Wanna come along for the ride?

I am opening the doors again to the Wildheart Revolution (in case you don’t know it’s a private lifestyle/coaching community for unconventional people who want to live life on their own terms) next week. And it’s different this time.

Yes, there will be a sale, but I’m also limiting the number of total members as to keep the group intimate and close. Which means that if you want to become a member you’re going to want to jump in now. Once the spots are filled, the only way to get in will be if someone leaves the group. I’m not messing around here. :)

Sign up on this list to be the first to know when doors open.

I’ll be the one waving to you from the highway,

Sally