Hubby and I are pretty quiet people with loud, preposterous dreams.
Since 2001 we have actively sought purpose. Much of that time was spent throwing out ridiculous thoughts over coffee or while we laid awake in bed. Sometimes we would stop still in our tracks as we walked because an awesome idea came to us.
“Let’s build a free sports center.”
“Let’s renovate an old movie theatre and turn it into a music venue.”
“Let’s buy that old creamery and use one part for a bar and grill and the other part for a formal dining room.”
“Let’s sell t-shirts with a character doing fun active things. Let’s call him Pudgie.”
“Let’s make fried ice cream in every flavor imaginable.”
“Let’s find a way to bring people together for events and ideas.”
My journals have recorded this messy pursuit. I wrote down whisperings and nudgings that got louder and louder for us over the past ten years. What I realize is that every curiosity, every misstep, every miscalculation was a flat-out answer to prayers.
What felt like simply fun and interesting conversations was a calling neither of us realized we were contemplating answering. I kid you not, these “visions” were so strong for me that I literally wrote an entire novel about this magical place that houses eternity and the elements of what I wrote about three years ago are actually starting to be real-life things.
Hubby and I realize we were meant to buy an abandoned ski hill and turn it into something amazing. A place where activity can be offered for practically nothing, where music can be enjoyed in big and small ways, where informal and formal dining can co-exist, where apparel highlighting the antics of our cartoon Pudgie is actually possible, where fried ice cream has a place to be created and where events and ideas will be endless.
For this imagined thing to come to life, we will be selling our house, downsizing to our cabin on the lake that is less than twenty minutes from our new project, changing the nature of the jobs we have and working like crazy for the next couple years to get the doors open and the outside welcoming.
Copyright Meagan Frank 2019