Last time we talked
I last left off in The Universe Pushes and I listen, announcing to my family we were moving to France in November 2016. Wow that was only four short months ago. Seems like a lifetime. But what was my motivation to keep it going, past just an idea?
Since then I have surprisingly awoke every morning with the same drive and force I felt that fateful morning in November. I must say there’s something too that because I am not usually a long term goal kinda person.
I’m more of a lets get through the day with the least amount of casualties possible person. If you know what I mean.
In all honesty its an exhilarating, exciting and sometimes terrifying push. Now it would seem the Universe is not as subtle as it used to be. Its not so much a box with an idea in it anymore. Sitting and waiting quietly.
Motivation
Now its more like a fitness instructor doing jumping jacks in my head, every morning. Pumping me up, getting me excited about writing, blogging, planning, and just this new path in general.
I’d have to say that this fitness instructor like motivation I have right now is nice. Hell I could conquer the world if I wanted. And I don’t think its all me and my head. Its something way bigger than I could come up with.
But somehow staying put is not an option anymore.
The planning and everyday research is, at the moment, enough to feed the drive. It is movement in the right direction. With the hope that when I look back next week, next month or even next year the forward movement will be noticeable.
With our ultimate goal being to travel the world and me putting the cart before the horse as I normally do(some habits just die hard). Focusing on the end instead of savoring the ride. I soon came to the realization that we can’t travel abroad until 2020. My younger daughter is 15 and her passport situation is a bit complicated.
Since it was not an option to leave without her even a visit. I spent a few days, maybe a week or so licking my wounds of, what I thought, was failure.
Failure
Funny thing is that sometimes failure turns out to be the best thing that could have happened to you. Although we never feel that way in the beginning. I have to say I fail a lot, and in ways not many would think is possible.
I have also found in this funny little thing called life that in failure you can sometimes find, see or think something that was not completely apparent before you failed. And I seriously never succeed on the first try….never.
A New Idea Dawns
So as I did in November 2016, I awoke a few months ago with another idea. Done licking my wounds and feeling sorry for myself. I decided I was given the greatest gift of all….Time.
Time, I now had three years to plan and dream, three years to meet new people and get to know the country I come from. To explore America with my family, make tons of memories and find our roots.
I’m not exactly sure why this hadn’t dawned on me before or why it did that morning. But since then my fitness instructor like motivation hasn’t waivered.
Currently we have planned and are actively planning trips, mostly day trips, through August of this year. We have chosen to travel local and take in our beautiful country, not letting what we cant do stop us from doing what we can. Creating a solid foundation together. Hopefully the humble beginnings of living a life more inspired on our traveled road.
