On the morning of November 9—the day after the election—I marched down to the post office to pick up a passport renewal application as if it were a form of protest; in part it was.
Ever since, I’ve been picturing myself running rugged trails in New Zealand, sauntering along beaches in Majorca, and exploring lush rainforests in Costa Rica. The idea of working remotely or at least traveling for a while, continues to hijack my dreams, even when I’m awake. My Instagram feed is full of pictures that would inspire even the most unadventurous to adventure.
Today—exactly three months later—I sent in my passport application, but the protest has shifted from political to personal. Today I’m protesting myself: my stagnation and inability to get unstuck—ultimately to create the life I want.
What exactly is that life? I know it includes a dog. And a fenced backyard for her to roam and have her own adventures. Freedom to travel, of course and a career rich in purpose entrepreneur style are also high on my list. A husband who likes to cook might be nice. [Continue Reading]