It’s cold; a time for wine to be swallowed, sitting on my precious memory foam mattress and typing away on my cheaply bought Acer chromebook, which is desked on my brown Tv-dinner night stand. The Coleman battery powered lantern lights my night as the cars zoom past on the nearby interstate; carrots in a bag with a spoon floating on the peanut butter sit on the sink positioned under my California Highway 1 sign.
I’m surfing the web trying to find examples of people doing what I’m trying to do: get paid to travel the world. I scour Youtube and get hooked on videos of people fulfilling curiosity's great call to nature. I get lost and dream…
I only need to generate a few hundred dollars to sustain as a full time traveling nomad; I’ve lowered my standard of living to one of simple measures, believing that the comforts of life lead to a numbing of the spirit - not that comforts are bad but we obsess over them and begin to live in a fantasy land, separate from that of nature.
My toes are numbing, the temperature reads 44 degrees outside; cold is real. It’s funny because I originally left Michigan in attempt to run from the cold - now here I am enjoying the bitter chill of a cool night.
I sleep well nestled in the mommy bag but when mornings call comes ringing and the frost is coating Kamala’s windows it isn’t easy to jump up. I wake up to some Egoscue stretches, Wim Hof breathing techniques, and deep visual mediation before either driving to the gym or heading straight to Coyote.
The challenge in succeeding and moving forward is trying to convince myself to take the steps. We don’t live in a culture that values self exploration and travel very highly; in fact it’s almost looked down upon and viewed as irresponsible to some.
Not many people would be willing to do what I’m doing, but right now as I’m persisting through the heavily unguided twenties I find myself parked in a Van overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge, and the skyline to the internationally known city of San Francisco. Rain pellets are tapping my ceiling with poise and within I sit feeling accomplished after finally taking the time to rig up my system for heat disbursement in the van; what started with loctite and an eyelet ended with a slipknot being looped around the door casing. Later this evening I plan to try my hand at sewing as I’d like to take down the duct tape insulated window blockers I currently have, and usher in a new time of homeliness by measuring, sewing, and installing my own hand made window-blinds.
I sit surrounded by people, massive buildings, billions of dollars, and unfulfilled lives. Working at the coffee shop has shown me how deeply rooted some of our societal views are; one for example being a loathing of Mondays. What the F**k is that about? Wake up people, no day is the same. Every monday is different than the last, it’s your perception that stays the same, locking you into the land of lackluster energy, dreaded thoughts, and weighted shoulders.
My space is limited; getting sick is a rollercoaster; showering is communal; expenses are low; nights are cold; relationships are tricky; creativity is high; the diets blan; you lock your keys in the car; nature is your backyard; and you learn to appreciate the experience more than the fantasy.
Divorce rates are above 50%, people live in fear, and the masses are chasing the same thing. Nothing about any of that sounds appealing to me.
I’ve found a different way to get what I want out of this amazing gift of life we have. If you knew that you could be more, do more, see more, give more, and experience more then wouldn’t you try to attain it as well?
I’m gone - I’m headed around the world!
Everything in me screams exploration and I don’t want to fight it any longer. Why should we have to tame the Lion of passion and curiosity within, just to fit into a society where 9 out of 10 people would complain about it?
If you’d like to help send me around the globe, or are like me and sick of living in a world where everyone complains but doesn’t really do anything, you might consider donating toward my cause - My current goal is to travel the world - gaining experience and sharing stories.
I recently set up a Patreon page where you can subscribe to my account for as little as $1 per month. Your investment in me will get you some rewards along the way. Depending on your sponsorship commitment you will get a varying degree of perks, insider stories, personalized poems, personalized gifts, and have first access to my book when completed.
This is where I ask you to believe in me. Take a ride with me. Wouldn’t it be fun to see where this could end up?