When I was a kid, I got in trouble for walking home from school (I just didn’t feel like waiting for the after-school bus)
When I was a kid, I used to ride my bike all over town solo.
I did an internship in New York–not bad coming from a small town.
I used to do round-trip runs to Baltimore and Raleigh–at the spur of the moment.
I moved to New York alone.
I moved to Brussels alone.
I went to Rio alone.
I drive to the beach for dinner after work.
I’ve been on vacation for a week, and when I was home in that small town, I noticed two things–many of the people I saw were old, and many were overweight. I can’t fight aging, but I can fight weight. I wrote this elsewhere…
i need to remember to stay awake in everything i do. walking through town, i see people who are big and moving slowly. they’ve yet time and age defeat them. i want to be aware of everything–everything– put into me, and what effect it will have on me.
The things I wrote above do’t necessarily speak to fireworks-out-the-ass adventure, but I hope/think they speak to a curiosity and wanderlust that has gotten a little suppressed in the hamster wheel of life, especially in the past couple of years.
How to make the wheel spin in a different direction? A long weekend in Brussels is on the calendar for next month. But here’s the thing–I don’t need to travel to change my perspective. I don’t need to retreat to see who I am and where I am, and where and who I can be.
The ability to see all these things is available to anyone at anytime. No plane ticket required.