9 months. It has been 9 months since I wrote my post ‘Change.’ I don’t know which emotion is stronger; the disappointment in myself for taking so long to write, or the bewilderment of how much time has passed. Even more astonishing, it has been a year to the day since we arrived back in Canada from our 13-month trip. This anniversary is, of course, the fire under my
arse butt to get back to writing.
What, you may ask, have I been up to during this extraordinary writing hiatus?
It has taken me an entire year to digest and process what the 13-month backpacking around the world trip really meant. I find it fascinating how the mind processes things. I would be at work doing something completely ordinary, and all of a sudden find my mind back in Nepal watching the sunrise, or standing on the edge of the bridge just before I bungeed.In so many ways, it was like I spent the year re-living the previous year. This may sound like a gigantic waste of time, but it wasn’t even on a conscious level. It was like subconsciously, my mind was still playing catch up. I would all of a sudden think, “This time last year, I was _____________,” and then spend a few minutes reflecting on the memory. This did not happen every day, but frequently enough that it did feel like I was moving through the trip in chronological order as the year went on.
I discussed in my ‘Life Lessons’ post how misguided the romantic notion of travel allowing you to ‘find who you are’ is, but rather the idea that travel makes you question who you are. At the time of writing, I didn’t fully grasp the breadth of what that questioning process meant, and how unknowingly, it had began for me long before I ever stuck pen to paper (or more accurately, fingers to keyboard).
As I subconsciously and consciously reflected on the trip, I in turn reflected on how significantly the trip changed me. I feel like each country we visited taught me something about myself, and pushed me to grow into the best possible version of myself. I won’t claim that this transition and growth was easy. It was anything but easy. But I also sincerely doubt it would have ever happened had Chris and I not dared greatly and followed our inspiration to travel.
So, what else did I do this year? I followed my curiosity.
I know, I know. ‘Big Magic,’ Liz Gilbert, been there, read that. If you have, you will find it entertaining to know that I just finished the book and had to pick my jaw up off the floor as I felt I could have written the damn thing. The proof, as they say, is in the proverbial pudding.
Where exactly did my curiosity lead me?:
- New areas of Cape Breton, PEI, and Nova Scotia
- To appreciate the peacefulness of journaling
- Back to the gym for the simple pleasure of being active
- To hard truths
- To books I overlooked a hundred times previously
- Newfoundland for the first, but not the last, time
- To discussions about vulnerability
- The discovery of podcasts
- Fiddle lessons (For no reason other than the fact it brought me immense joy as a child)
- Recycling old furniture and giving the pieces new life with chalk paint
- To try meditation, realize its not for me, and be okay with that
- New recipes
- The realization; I am creative
- To strengthening old friendships, and developing new ones
- To continue to dare greatly
2016 was a beautiful year.
But something tells me, 2017 is going to incredible.