It has been 8 years since I realized what I wanted to do with my life. It’s been 4 years since I have realized exactly what I wanted to do with my life. Since then, I have spent hours, upon weeks, of time researching and comparing different ways that I could realize my dream. The only thing that has ever made me excited, energized, and consistently want to get out of bed in the morning- to travel.
To venture through the globe, taking pieces of culture with me along the way.
To discover and grow.
A career? A 9 to 5? Husband at 25 with the 2.5 kids? Thank you, but no thank you.
Now, I’m not saying college, salary, benefits, and a stable paycheck is not a measure of success. I have been blessed to have all that. I worked for the diploma, I worked to obtain the comfy position at two fortune 500 companies, with benefits. I had more money in my bank account than I knew what to do with. On top of that, I even had the love of my life, my health, and my family support to tote. And with all of that, I had never been more depressed and anguished.
That is when I realized; there are many dreams out there, really big ones, and ones that are hard to obtain. But you can’t just pick one and work towards it; I don’t think our passions are chosen by us, we are chosen by them.
Why in the world would I want to do the one thing, that I knew nothing about. I knew success to be diploma, job, marriage and babies. Yet, inside, none of that amounted to as much when compared an adventure to a new place.
Why am I writing this? To prove to you, and mainly myself, that I know my dream, and the time has come to wake up and live it.
I have spent so many years reading the blogs and books of others; growing entranced with their courage, sense of adventure, and true love for life. I wonder, why can’t I? Why can’t you? Why can’t we? All of us, live the life we imagined in our dreams.
Because it’s the hardest way to live.
Well, I am TIRED of reading everyone else’s blog. Amazing stories, invaluable tips of do’s and don’ts and enough inspiration to kick start even Eeyore’s butt; yet, it’s all theirs. I want my own.
It’s not time to google studying abroad, or au pairs in France, or compare the opinions of english teachers abroad, or even to ask for advice. It’s time to do. To leap ahead and strive in the abyss of possibility and opportunity; of which so few ever venture into.
I am a woman, I am a traveler, I am a friend, and I am you. With this blog I aspire to inspire, from the confused 20 something to the curious 60 something. I am going to prove to you that it can be done, I am going to prove to myself that it can be done.