Monday, January 18, 2010

Day 1: The Beginning...

I have decided to embark on a journey.
Today is day 1 of my endeavor.
Here's what I know:

1. My son brings me endless joy. He is the absolute light of my life, and as such I feel it's my duty to live a life that I can be proud of. I want to share my experience with him and afford him the opportunity to see the world and all it has to offer him.

2. I am not, nor have I ever been happy keeping the same job for very long. I have always preferred to dabble in a bit of everything, and it shows in my vocational history. I've struggled with this, as my family are very vocal in their belief that a good job with good pay outweighs any joy you can find at that job. Yes, this makes sense. It isn't for me. I need adventure. I've fought my urge and even managed to maintain some semblance of what society considers normal stability...I am NOT fulfilled. I once gave a talk about joy versus happiness. In theory they are they same, but I chose to dissect further. I've experienced fleeting happiness. Jumping from one thing that feels good to another, but in the end I've returned to where I'd begun. Joy. I have felt PURE joy only a handful of times in my life. The one that sticks with me the most is the moment I first laid eyes on my son. He took my breath away, and rocked the foundations of my life. I still endeavor to deserve such an awe-inspiring gift...Which is why I've chosen to go on this journey.

3. Travel. I am fascinated with different cultures and their histories. I want to see the world. There are times when all I want to do is sell everything I own and go out to see the world. The only thing that keeps me grounded is Taylor. I want to do it right so I can share it with him. It feels as if I'll scout it out so that when he's old enough, I can show him the world. The thought fills my heart with such warmth.

Thus begins my journey. I'm not leaving tomorrow, but I feel it necessary to document the beginning. There's so much to do before I can leave the country. Passports, money, figuring out where to stay, what I'll do once I'm there. I just know that I have to follow-thru with my dreams. If I can't do it for myself, how can I expect to teach my son to do the same.