Remember when 30-yr olds "had it together"? Apparently it was
all a grand illusion.
It's my Birthday anyways! |
This is an unapologetic (and mildly narcissistic)
post about figuring out what “living the dream” has meant for me, prompted by
my impending birthday.
In a nutshell, my 20's were...
I left for Peace Corps-Benin in West Africa on my 22nd
birthday and here I am, 8-years later, back on the Equator, with an incredible
travel resume and many more people, in many more countries, who I count
as friends.
Still drinking boxed wine through a straw. (adult juice box?) and still carrying a leatherman and headlamp
at all times in case the power goes out…which it just did as it’s the rainy
season over here. Good thing you’re
supposed to drink reds warm….
It's been quite the year of reflection, so many things to be thankful for, so many lessons learned, some that I'm still wrestling with. But at the end of the day, there's no way I could have any complaints!
These last few years have specifically been about independent self-discovery and learning what, exactly, blows my skirt up. After a decade of the rolling stone lifestyle, not much moss has gathered on this girl!
Grandma and her Amazon grandkids |
And ultimately, that mentality has served me well. Case in point: This January, my pen-pal and family staple, Grandma Ruth passed away the day before I left for Benin. She was well into her 90’s, read voraciously, loved visiting for hours over cups of tea and coffee…. and closed every letter she wrote me with “Enjoy every day.” Thanks for the tip Ruth! Noted.
Frankly, my 20’s eff-ing rocked. I love the fact that I’ve lived on a
fishing boat on the Bering Sea, in a tent in Alaska, slept on countless train
station floors, have been bled dry by leeches in Nepal, fly fished next to
bears, and have shit my pants in more places than I care to (or can)
remember…and to boot? The people I did these things with are much more badass than myself. There's always someone to learn from.
Still learning how to pack light. |
BUT: If this lifestyle really is a compulsion and not a choice, how do I sustain it? What does the transition look like from wanderlusty
fun-lover to career oriented, family-motivated professional (who really, is still
the wanderlusty fun-lover) ? I do want to gracefully make this
transition, but I’ll get back to you on the execution of said plan…
Night market in Marrakech |
This year alone, I left my home in the Rockies to live in
Benin, West Africa for a spell, took a side trip to Morocco to smell the spices and research street food, camped
at the base of the Great Wall of China, and was incredibly humbled by the
people I encountered at every stop.
People shuttled my luggage on and off
trains, bought me avocado juice, shared meals with me on their dime, offered up cans of beer they'd tracked down in a dry country, passed along books, made every effort to speak my language, and sometimes just embraced me with a warm smile. Lesson learned: Pay. It. Forward.
Hiking at the Great Wall |