When Kevin offered to take me on his two-month boat trip I envisioned hours of reading, writing, walking, swimming and lot’s of meditation and personal reflection.
It was this latter pursuit that most attracted me because I felt that I’m in a pivotal point in my life that deserves some contemplation.
After about eight months on the road I haven’t become the person I want to be or materialized a life I’m satisfied with, and running away from the familiar hasn’t absolved me of issues and opened me to self discovery that I’d hoped the trying and personally revealing circumstances on the road would cure.
I haven’t discovered my dreams and passions that could be converted into a career; I’ve met people and seen places but I haven’t found romantic love or contentment; and I haven’t found an enjoyable way to improve my negative bank account or something that inspires an enduring passion. (Traveling has allowed me to see as many wonderful places and people and uncover attractive possibilities but there are deeper and longer lasting benefits and resolutions I want to secure.)
Reality is such that I have to make some decisions about the next chapter of my life, regardless of the personal growth and discovery yet to be achieved, and that is why a time of reflection was appealing.
The next set of blog posts are going to address the worries and personal struggles that sit heavy on my shoulders and occupy a large part of my thoughts and brain power. I want to expose my soul a bit and address the things I think about no matter if I’m sitting in a coffee shop in Ohio, meditating atop a mountain in New Zealand or sailing around sandy beaches in Thailand. My hopes, fears, and struggles go with me.
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