Quitting my Manhattan job in February 2015 and selling my things to go hurtle the world as a hurtle blogger surely characterized me as a bit crazy in my mother’s eyes.
People often ask me why I left everything behind. What was the real reason?
I discontinued a perfectly great enterprise and salary. I sold my car, took my savings and exactly left.
I didn’t have a plan. In reality, the only strategy I had was my flight to Europe. Since then, I’ve traveled through Europe, South America and South East Asia. Now, I’m living in Australia, where I continue to travel. When I went here, I didn’t “ve gotta be kidding me”, friends or a situate to live.
Let me make one thing abundantly clear: No ex smashed my centre. I didn’t find a sugar daddy. Nope, I don’t come from a rich family. It was simply becauseI’ve learned to live their own lives that isn’t in vain.
Let me explain.In September 2010, I lost my brother to gun violence. He was merely 19.
I’m not going to tell you how it happened. It’s just that he was in the wrong home at the wrong hour. I’m not going to sit here and tell you I’m this strong being because I’ve had to deal with the sh* ttiest part of life when I lost my brother. I’ve merely had to learn to deal with the parts of this tragedy.
My brother was my best friend. Because of someone else’s stupidity, he is no longer here today.
But I am, which intends I’m the one who has to learn to cope with change. I have to deal with the unexpected and live on borrowed era. I’ve learned to live my life. I’ve are determined to take something that destroyed me and revolve it into something that constructs me.
That frightful era in 2010 changed everything.
My life turned upside down. I watched their own families stand, and there was nothing I could do for them. I was in too much tendernes. I can honestly pronounce I was at rock bottom. I hindered meditating, What’s the degree of everything there is? I had lost my preference for life.
How was I supposed to live like that? I detected numb to everything that was happening around me.
It took me a long time, but I eventually got to a level where I had had enough.
In April 2015, I sauntered half of El Camino De Santiago, which is a religious pilgrimage from the south of France to the north of Spain. Some go it for religious purposes. Some do it for health. Others do it “just because.”
For two weeks straight, I sauntered alone. This pilgrimage measured every physical part of me: my muscles, my endurance, my injuries, my aches and my stings. But more than anything, this was a test of mental strength.
On periods when I didn’t believe I could saunter any longer, I somehow kept moving. I didn’t have a pick. Appearing back now, I can’t tell you why I started the saunter. But I knew I had to do it.
It happened the day before I reached my final destination of the El Camino de Santiago: Santiago de Compostela. After climbing the last flower along the way, I arrived on the mountaintop.
I simply started crying.
I literally stood there in tears, alone. I was whining like a babe. I was hot. I was in pain. I was exhausted.
But I kept thinking about the past few years, and what my family and I had “ve been through”. I thought about how much I missed hugging my brother. It all came to a head.
I felt it. I actually find myself realize this was my life. This was it. Good or bad, I was still here for a reason.
That moment on the mountaintop was a new beginning. It was a jaunt of memorizing to separate what matters from what does not. It’s a ceaseless travel for me to see their own lives that is in front of me.
Being in control of our lives causes us a great sense of security. Hence, unexpected happens interrupt us more than ever. Most of our greatest horrors are circumstances we can’t control.
They’re terrifying because we can’t is an impediment. An illness or an accident can change “peoples lives”, regardless of whether we’re the victim or not.
As a excursion blogger, I’m always changing. I’m constantly leaving the old for the new. I leave behind the solaces of residence over and over, just so I can visit other countries and live through brand-new experiences.
Sh* t happens, and that’s ordinary. It’s all about acknowledging certain times and eras in “peoples lives”. Since I’mfar away from home, I emphatically acknowledge the time I get to spend with my family and friends. If this tour has schooled me one thing, it’s to understand there are things in this life we are genuinely have no govern over.
Coming to words with those types of changes is much harder. But it sure draws moving to another country or traveling the world an easier task.
I’ve done what I’ve done because I live in the now. The now mindset is when you understand you rightfully need to live in the moment, and appreciate whatever occasion you have left.
Now is no other time you have limit of. Be thankful. It’s simple-minded: I do what induces me glad because life should be nothing short of that.
My brother used to say to me, Jen, you perturb too much. Chill out. He was right, of course.
Before my brother’s death, I had this whole idea of what “peoples lives” would be like after I graduated from university. I had it all planned. Now, I know the unexpected is what stimulates life worth living.
I wish I didn’t have to lose my brother to learn this lesson. But I’m proud of him and what he has educated me. I’m exactly proud I can finally say I’m living my life.
They say if you can change one person’s life for the very best, you’ve lived a good life. My brother changed quarry. He’s given me my adrenaline for life. He’s too opened me the appreciation and understanding to do what I love to do: live life, pas and inspire others.
If you haven’t started living their own lives yet, get on it. It’s your alone one.