I have always marched to the beat of my own drum. From the moment I was born, if something had to be done it had to be done my way. “NO” was one of the least favorite words in my vocabulary (I sure liked to say it a lot, but I hated hearing it.) From stripping down naked during one of my brothers baseball games because my mom didn’t let me pick out my own clothes that day, to spending nearly a decade of my life in two long term relationships (when everyone else tried to convince me it wouldn’t work) to becoming “psychologically unemployable” (surviving on top ramen and money I earned donating plasma to avoid giving up my entrepreneurial freedom.)
I’ve just never been a fan of conforming to the rules and limitations someone else has placed on me. If someone tells me no, I go out of my way to do it anyway. Call it stubbornness, tenacity, determination, or maybe I just don’t know how to quit. My dad calls me long suffering, which I guess means I put up with a lot more, when most people would have thrown in the towel a long time ago. It’s not that I don’t care about what others think of me. I think it is human nature to always seek the approval of people around us. Everything we do from the way we dress, to the cars we drive, to even the people we date, seem to be influenced by how we want others to perceive us. Unlike most people, I’m not afraid of appearing foolish, or failing at something I might not be good at. I know deep down there’s a certain level of respect or admiration for trying anyway. They say that courage is not the absence of fear; it’s the action in spite of it, which is how I like to approach everything in life. As long as I gave it my best effort and learned something in the process, that’s all I can do.
I guess that explains why when most women my age have a steady career, a mortgage payment and maybe even a few kids by now, I have the contents of my life packed into a few suitcases, waiting for the next adventure life takes me on. It’s not that I don’t want these things. Believe me, I hear that biological clock ticking louder than one else. I watch as friends and siblings begin to couple off and start their own families and there is that small part of me that wonders if my carefree lifestyle will prevent me from ever finding the same. But I also have this feeling deep within that I have a higher purpose to fulfill, one
that won’t be found by just letting life happen to me. I want a life by design, my own design.
I decided to begin traveling as a way to celebrate my 30th birthday, a monumental crossroad in my life. Newly unattached and much to discover about myself and the world I wanted to do something completely different. Having only been out of the country once when I was 17, I packed up my bags, put my real estate career on hold (well really the economy put it on hold) and took a job on a private yacht traveling to the mediterranean to help me save money for the rest of my adventures.
Nearly a year and a half later (and about 20 countries into the world) I am still at it. Working, saving, volunteering, and in my off time exploring, experiencing, and growing. It was, and continues to be one amazing, exciting (sometimes frustrating) adventure! So join me on my “journey through thirty” as I discover what I can about the world, about myself, and about this amazing journey we call life!!!
- Preparation for my Big Adventure… – Saanichton, Canada (travelpod.com)