I’ve been doing some heavy duty soul searching lately (that’s pretty obvious, right?), and one of the things I’m realizing about myself is that I love to travel. (I know; I’m a late bloomer here.) It used to be that the crowds and the unknown and the anti-routine of it all just seemed very… non-me. But then I learned what you non-me people have been raving about all of these years. There’s just something so very inspiring about being out of your element and into the world, united with strangers by a shared need to navigate fresh surroundings.
And for me, it’s not just about seeing new things or eating different foods. It’s an adventure – a challenge to yourself to embrace surroundings that are beyond your immediate control, under the parasol of familiarity. To trust the story you’re creating. Heck, to write the story you’re creating.
Last month, I picked up my pencil and wrote, crafting run-on sentences of warm sand and broiled grapefruit and fresh, lake air at our friends’ cabin in Michigan. And although there were a few rough paragraphs (punctuated mainly by Bee’s hatred for her car seat), the story was unmatched.
We lived and lounged and laughed, passing Bee around between guitar riffs (video below) and seaside walks. And it was the perfect page for my story to start, blotted with the ink of new friendship, quiet mornings and a fresh perspective.
Commence chapter one.
p.s. Thanks to Ken for the video and Caroline for the photos.