Notes from the road - edition 2: Farewells
First of all, no, you’re not crazy, I changed the name of this segment from ‘The week that was’ to ‘notes from the road’. This new name feels more in line with who I am and what the segment is all about. Now on to the good stuff.
This week has been one of sadness, excitement, and fear.
Sadness because of the farewells which were said. Over the course of the week I’ve had to say goodbye to friends, farewell to family, and see you later to Australia. On the plus side, these farewells often involved delicious food and coffee.
By far the most prominent feeling though is one of excitement. Excitement because of the journey ahead of me. A journey full of new experiences to be had, new places to explore, and new friends to be made.
It seems so surreal, that after a year of talking and planning and working toward manifesting, it’s finally here, my one-way-ticket adventure.
Not that such a big event has stopped me from exploring my own backyard though. Sunrises and beach days have kept me sane in the whirlwind of activity that is packing for such a trip, and reminded me that no matter where I go, there is always beauty here at home.
Fear may seem an odd emotion to be experiencing days out from a one-way-ticket adventure of a lifetime (or maybe not for some!) but I think fear is a really interesting emotion. Fundamentally it is a survival reflex, so when most people encounter it, they see it as a barrier and their response is to shy away from the thing that invoked it.
But I see it as a signpost on the road to self-discovery. In this particular context, a little bit of fear tells me that I’m pushing the barriers of what I previously perceived as possible for myself. That is an extremely positive thing as it means that I am growing and evolving as a person.
An ordinary life has never been my flavour, and so the moments of fear or apprehension that I have felt over the last week is to me a signifier that the road I am on is the right one.
It is also incredibly gratifying to look fear in the eye, stand tall, and not let it win. That’s part of why I’m doing this after all, so that one day I may look back on my life and be able to confidently say that I didn’t let fear rule my actions.
I’ve also faced my first set of challenges for this journey. Despite my fervent hopes and spending a little time each day at the post office collecting last-minute parcels, my drone and a few other items haven’t arrived. Luckily, I’ll be back in March for Rad Livin, so I’ll be able to collect them all then. The first of many challenges I’m sure!
Tomorrow I fly out to Bali and head to my two-week surf camp to begin my journey. I couldn’t be more stoked.
Until next week, happy voyaging!