I've been nursing the dream of longterm travel and location-independent income for a long time now, years really. True to form, I've researched it to death and I thought I understood what it would take. I thought I had an accurate picture of what needs to happen for me to step on that plane, holding my first-ever one-way ticket.
Oh, the bliss of the naive.
Now that I've actually purchased my backpack...and I set that tiny thing on my 8' sofa...and I realized it didn't even cover half of one cushion...and I shook off a small wave of panic...I admitted that the process has only been abstract to me. By "the process" I mean every ounce of emotion and energy and logistical negotiation it will take to minimize everything I own down to a tiny storage unit and a tiny backpack. What's more, I've given myself four months to do it. Top to bottom.
Here's the thing though, what I'm feeling is the good kind of scary. That's how I know I'm in the flow. The Flow of It All. You see, there is a fear that, evolutionarily speaking, tells you to run away from the sabertooth tiger. Never ignore that fear and abort whatever mission you're on. However, there is a different fear that is simply excitement without the breath. You're nervous, you're excited, you're sleepless with anticipation...you're exactly where you need to be. If you can breathe and allow yourself to feel the reality of what you're creating, then the fear evolves into excitement. Let that excitement pull you forward. As Mark Manson said, "Terrify yourself. Use it as your ally."
I'll be terrifying myself silly this entire summer. Sell. Donate. Recycle. Store. Minimize. Purge. Down and down and down and down into my little backpack. Here we go!
P.S. This is clearly just the beginning. I think your inbox craves adventure. Let me deliver!