04/07/2020
Day 8 - Roadtrip + Some Background
Many of you asked what the hell Im doing. So here’s a little backstory:
Summary - feeling the oh s**t and doing it anyway.
March - Lockdown hits NYC
April - This is cool, great connecting with friends in a different way, still working
May - WTF?
June - Feeling trapped, isolated, hopeless, life is pointless
Lots of time on my hands, questioning everything: Where do I want to live? What do I want to do for work? I need the ocean and surfing like every day.
Too much time to wear down the same pathways in my brain: loneliness, lack of energy or passion, panic...brain turning to mush, no desire, little hope.
A BIG FAT existential crisis.
I decided to get out of my head by hitting the road. Will things feel more manageable having a car and the means to escape?
The plane ticket was booked and a week later I was reunited with Thelma (the Scion my mom left me).
I promptly went into a freak out. What am I thinking? Is this going to help? So much alone time.
Im on Day 8. Yes there have been tears, fears, the open endedness of what’s next and what am I supposed to be doing?
The bright spots aren’t huge but they are there if I stay in the moment (which takes a lot of practice - I’m in a place of choosing mindfulness every single step of the way): the smell of a new kind of green, tackling the desolate path through the Grand Canyon and making it out the other side. Alive.
This is the first step on the path to something new. Learning to accept, let go, be - and look for the little cracks of light that are clues to what’s next. Fear/excitement - two sides of the same coin.
As said to me yesterday “as you live life, which you are doing, and keep moving toward energy... There will be something else that has your attention and you will feel safe enough to live in it...your system will say - it is ok to move on and to be.”