Where does a dream come from? How does it form, and how does one manifest it into reality?
Something that seemed a fantasy as a kid, staring out the window of a Jeep Wagoneer, road-tripping down Highway 101 on a family vacation, transformed into a dream as young teenager on a European vacation and coalesced into a reality as an early-onset empty-nester.
When the stars aligned, giving me the smallest glimmer of an opportunity ... a chance to realize a dream, I had no choice but to seize it. I had whispered to the universe and the universe had shouted back ... GO!
So here I am, on the edge of the unknown. Sixty-one items in a bag on my back, nothing else but endless possibility.
I merely seek "what's next." What the hell does that even mean? It means being open to every and all possibilities. Everything is on the table. My dear friend, Christine, thinks I'm going to end up working in a coffee bar in Indonesia ... GREAT! Let's do it. Maybe I end up right back where I am now ... Also great. I am open and receptive to the universe, to let my spirit guide me to what's next.
This slice of the internet, my small occupancy inside this matrix, is titled Choosing Our Adventure, and for good reason. We should all seek to choose our own adventure, choose our own path and choose what adds value to our lives.
No one knows the future and I think that's what is propelling me forward. It's what energizes me these days and something I've not felt since I met a girl and decided to move to Minnesota 23 years ago.
This is not about just travel, this is beyond seeing the world. This isn't about finding myself ... it's about finding everyone else.