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My March Itinerary

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My March Itinerary

MY MARCH ITINERARY

This is my advice on how to justify dropping everything to do something other than what you've been doing. 

Here I sit on the first plane ride of 10 flights booked in the next 5 weeks. My Instagram and Snapchat stories are Boomerangs of the plane ascending above the clouds at sunrise to give everyone that itchy anxious feeling as they view my story from their cubicle, typical. It hit me late last night as I packed and re-packed my suitcase to be under 50 lbs to avoid bag fees, that I was nervous. Quitting your job, putting your relationships on hold, and leaving a place you’ve called home for the past two and a half years is not only a little irresponsible but slightly nerve-wracking. I started to second guess myself, who do I think I am? I realized I don’t own or have much equity as a person in the world, besides four boxes of clothes, a car, surfboard, skis, and a small savings account. I don’t owe anyone or anything money or any real promises. I am as “no strings attached” as I could possibly be. First thought sort of made me feel like sh*t about myself but as I sit here on the plane writing to you, a huge rush of liberation just punched me in the stomach. I am free - free to do what I wish, free from blame, and free to be me. 

I wrote long ago that I didn’t have a dream job, only a dream way of life. I had no passion, I just wanted to live passionately. (Write that one down) 

As of right now, if I had it my way, I would travel, write, and surf. Travel, write, and surf doesn’t mean flying first class, becoming the next Hemingway or a bleached out pro-surfer with a great ass. It’s as simple as it sounds, travel, write, surf. Well, be careful what you wish for because I am traveling for the next 48 hours to write a novel and doodle a second kids book in Lisbon, followed by a week long surf trip on the coast of Morocco. I expect hiccups and delays along the way as the universe loves to test my patience, but if I knew what was going to happen I would cancel all my flights and go home.

It’s funny, the questions people ask you when you tell them you’re going to take some time to travel. They ask, what are you going to do abroad, when are you coming back, are you coming back, do you have a job lined up? They get so worried for me, I guess I’m grateful as they provide me some temporary relief. But, I believe that most of those questions are bogus. If I knew what was going to happen or if I was going to come back or where I would be working in “March” why would I even go? Does anyone know what they’re doing in March? If you do, do you think you should maybe ask yourself why you’re so prescriptive & controlling? The point of travel, or the “modern day explorer”, is do exactly the opposite of what those questions are asking of me - go fearlessly into the unknown with a goal or an idea, be open to the little life discoveries and surprises along the way but be true to yourself and your integrity as you and the world evolve into something stronger and wiser. Am I way off? Anything could happen, I could fall in love in Portugal and never return, get hit by a double-decker bus in London, go through a serious hummus phase and open a beach side food cart in Morocco, or realize that I love the life and people I have in Oregon and book a return ticket forever. So, as the travel small-talk continues and the worrisome questions arise, apologies in advance for the smart-ass remarks about what I will be doing in March - but neither of us know what tomorrow will bring and let’s worry less about the future and a little more about what is right in front of us because if no one let you in on the secret, the here and now is really all that matters or ever is…memories are for decoration and vision is the modern day GPS system with lots of rerouting. 

And to answer your question, I might be in Italy in March but really only God knows - if there is a God.