Yesterday, I turned 24.
The past year has been anything but boring as vagabonded my way from Europe to Africa to the U.S. and back, teaching yoga, doing marketing, starting work at elephant journal and publishing over 100 pieces of writing along the way.
Some of it I’ve written about here; much of it I haven’t. I’m committed to keeping this a travel blog only, and so today, that’s what I’d like to focus my birthday reflections on: this journey.
A little over a year ago, I decided to go on a vision quest—four hungry days and nights alone in the Vermont wilderness.
I was looking for something… I didn’t find it.
I found nothing, in fact, save for a few lovely dragonflies, ducks, and one very long, very cold night stranded beneath the stars.
Traveling—maybe—is a little bit like that.
First, we answer the call. Second, we set out into the unknown. And third… third maybe we bring back nothing from our journey. What then?
As I’ve written before, I’m not searching for [fill in the blank], and so it’s very unlikely that I’ll find “it” anytime soon. And sometimes I find myself stranded beneath those metaphorical stars—cold, hungry or lost… or all three!—and I wonder how the hell I ended up there. What crazy, impulsive, excellent decision got me there?
But it’s always the right place.
The stars never wonder why I’m there; they know, and at least that’s one of us.
You see, I have a philosophy I love about journeys, choices and life, and it basically goes like this:
When I look at the year ahead, well, I do so with butterflies in my stomach and wings on my heels, because the forest is so vast—the paths so numerous—that I can take in but a fraction of it at a time.
And that is every life—not only mine. Every year, every birthday, every moment and every step.
I believe that, and the stars agree.
Thank you for being a part of this journey—as a reader, a friend, a star, or all three!