Join us as Brandon Witt goes Outside the Margins.
Last night, I was doing what nearly every other red-blood American, thirty-six year old man was doing.
Yep, you got it. I was on the couch, candles lit, one pup in my lap, the other gazing up from the floor in judgment, sipping a sampling of Amaretto, while I watched an episode of My Little Pony, just before getting ready to take a bath. (For those of you interested, it was the episode where Fluttershy [my favorite] is coerced into becoming a runway model.)
In the midst of Fluttershy’s dilemma (does she tell Rarity that she hates being a model, or does she grin a bare it for the sake of friendship?), the phone range.
Now, you might assume that given the circumstances, I’d let the call go to voicemail, or answer it with screaming and threats. Instead, I did the unthinkable. I hit pause and answered sweetly.
Several months ago, I announced to my boyfriend, Stephen, that I was going to quit teaching after this year, that I was going to sell my house and buy something very small, and try to make this whole writing thing happen. And that there would be no disposable income, which there never was, but now it would be less. At first supportive, he then struggled with that choice for about a day. Finally, we sat down over pasta (everything good happens over pasta) and he announced the he was going to switch to travel nursing and live all around the world. (Traveling and living abroad has been his life goal.)
I said that I thought it was a great idea and about damn time.
Return to the present:
The day before Fluttershy had a weighty choice to make, Stephen took off across the country to begin his adventure (starting with three months in DC).
Allowing the drama of MLP to be interrupted, I answered the phone to hear Stephen’s excited voice. He was just pulling into DC, and across the nighttime highway, past a body of water, he could make out the Washington Monument flitting through the silhouetted trees. (I doubt the monument itself was actually flitting, but whatever.) He was so excited, so in awe, so thrilled that he finally launched himself into his dreams that he had to call me so I could share the moment with him.
I remember two years ago when I came home, woke him up, and announced that I finally had a book contract (Submerging).
Ah, there’s nothing quite like the sound of dreams coming to fruition after a long hard fight.
Though I miss him, and the every two weeks of flying back and forth will be a challenging adventure, and while I try to not be jealous that his full dream started three months before mine can, I love that I have a man who is willing to risk and ignore doubts and naysayers and live his dream!
They say dreams can come true, what dreams might come, once upon a dream…
Fuck that shit.
Work your ass off, leap, and live your dream.
~ Brandon Witt
About Brandon Witt
Brandon Witt resides in Denver, Colorado. When not snuggled on the couch with his two Corgis, Dunkyn and Dolan, he is more than likely in front of his computer, nose inches from the screen, fingers pounding they keys. When he manages to tear himself away from his writing addiction, he passionately takes on the role of a special education teacher during the daylight hours.
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