I often imagine if I had just found out that I have brain tumor, or another awful and potentially lethal infliction, how I would just then and there quit my job. I’d say so-long to this consumer-based society and travel the world in my last hours.
I’d stop slaving away at a desk, and I would just be free to truly live my life. I would shove everything I own in my trusted rucksack, buy a one-way ticket somewhere to go see, live, and experience all that is out there! I would make money when I needed it. I am resourceful and I know how to barter. I could barter for a night’s stay at hostel by working the front desk; I pick up the basics of new languages fast, cleaning washrooms; I am sure I could hold my breath long enough to tackle that, or whole list of other things that I could help with! I’d love to pick fresh food, cook my own meals, or perhaps even help with livestock on a farm. Get my hands real messy and learn to build a fire and shelter outside! I could make friends from all over the globe and learn a new language, or two or even three! And every day breath fresh air, feel the water with my feet, climb a mountain – and just breath and experience it all.
But I am not terminally or critically ill… I am healthy, young, and well educated. I have an objectively great career at government organization. I have benefits, pension, and yes even paid sick days. But I dream of being ill so I can have an excuse to travel and be unchained from the 9-5 job. I yearn for a broken bone to have a day to extract myself from the mundane. I ache for the sniffles so I can curl-up with a new book I just found for $1 at the local BMV. This is pathetic.
Why wait for some extraordinary circumstance to release me from here? Why wait until I have no other options?! And I have this sneaking suspicion I am not the only person who feels this way… But holey crap this is a terrifying thought! Do I go against all social norms, all that was ingrained in me, all of my family and friends wishes?!
With my resolve strong, I aim to escape this pigeon-holed life and indulge in this hidden path of freedom, enjoyment, and wildly different approach to life fulfillment! Along the way I am choosing to write about my adventures. Chronicle and regale the funny, the sad, and most definitely the embarrassing stories right here – in Right Now! Travels, one woman's journey to alternate happiness. This is nine thousand percent for me, with a tiny hope that perhaps I could inspire someone else one day reading this to take off the blinders and see there are other options out there for happiness and fulfillment. And to justify to myself that I don’t need to wait until I have that brain tumor to finally start living an exciting life!
I am not a writer, not photographer, and definitely not artist – but these are my notes, memories, personal musings that will fill the following pages. These will be my expressions as I go through something quite different in my life, and I will try to be as true and articulate as I can.
I hope you enjoy learning how life can be different, and how you can live the life you want RIGHT NOW!
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