The places I didn’t intend to end up were just as beautiful as the places that were on the list.
“Living life to the fullest” isn’t a label you receive once you’ve got things all figured out. It’s what happens in the midst of daily choosing to be intentional and diligent and brave in the small things. In other words, wholehearted.
I’m learning that the true solitude partners well with moments of true connection. And traveling alone really isn’t all that weird.
Maybe it was the elevation, or maybe it was the beauty that made my chest ache. The beauty of the foothills I was driving through seemed to reflect the foothills of this adventure I was embarking on. This was uncharted territory. Stripped of everything familiar, I felt exposed. It struck me that this trip felt a little bit like falling in love. That feeling when the whole world seems to have a filter of vibrant colors.
Fear wrote me a letter this week. A plea to just play it safe. Click the link to read my response.
The words that have shaped me the most haven’t been about the practical how-tos. Or the hacks of how to copy other people’s journeys. It’s been the statements that lead to the deeper reasons of why we go on adventures. It’s been the pointing out of lies that keep us from embarking.
I mapped it out the other day and I’ll be putting in over 2,400 miles in the month of September. That’s a lot of time with me on the open road. I don’t feel daunted by that. Well, maybe a little. But mostly, I feel excited. I have always loved a good road trip. Here are my top ten reasons that going on an adventure makes me feel most alive.
Synchronicity is when the universe conspires with you, opening doors and providing what you need. On my trip to LA, I was hoping for some very tangible synchronicity. What I got was a reminder: that it is a partnership, a million micro moments of paying attention and receiving good things.
Maybe, when a certain number of women gather, it hits this critical mass of estrogen that just makes my skin crawl... Or maybe it's because I enter into the game of constant comparing. Feeling simultaneously too much and not enough. But choosing to fully inhabit my life means reckoning with these thought patterns and lies that have been a part of my narrative. It means choosing to change my frame of reference. It’s time to get over my allergy to large gatherings of women. And the vaccine is realizing that the comparison game is a dead end.
The process of transitions seemed to mirror my experience of hiking on the unfamiliar mountain trails that I went on these past few weeks while housesitting for some friends in Denver. We are all in the midst of Dead Ends, Forks in the Road, Feeling Lost but continuing just the same, and arriving at breathtaking vistas, only to continue on the adventure.