Beach Girl’s going Abroad! on Solid Ground
Today, glancing up at the blue skies and palm trees, my vision was spinning. The past two weeks have left me in a daze, and on anything but solid ground.
You see, a few things aligned of late that present a trip to SE Asia. I’d been brainstorming a return to SE Asia ever since I’d left. Be it in my vision book, in my thoughts, in speaking, and even a couple doors opening job-wise that I didn’t walk through, then closed while I hurried up and hesitated.
Plans were set into motion at the beach a couple Friday’s ago. A friend saw my solo self taking in the sunset and ushered me over to join his group’s Pau Hana (Happy Hour) on the sand. Then, the right conversation regarding travel, Southeast Asia, taking risks, and flying solo was had with the precise person I needed to meet.
I’m a woman of my word. “If I land this big gig I’m on hold for, I’m booking a flight to Bali“, I told this precise person at that Pau Hana. Serendipitously, the job was booked the very next morning.
After shopping flights online and with a recommended travel agency here in Honolulu, the lowest fare came through the agency. It’s been booked since last week. I fly out Mid-December.
The trip was originally planned for just three weeks. When I arrived at the travel agency to pick up my tickets, the agent explained enthusiastically, “you have until March if you feel like staying longer!”.
This all seemed fantastic. Then, as reality set in, I felt ungrounded. I hate feeling ungrounded…up in my head, anxious, unsure. It doesn’t allow for me to be here now.
What started as a 3-week trip turned into all sorts of future-tripping stories in my head, some even consisting of my never coming back at all.
I wasn’t sure of anything. I didn’t know where my home would be at the end of it. I didn’t know quite where I’d store my small amount of worldly possessions and if I left it all with a friend, would they maybe be on their own adventure by the time I’d get back? Then the fear set in…money, career, shelter, everything….
Feeling grounded is different for everybody. I embrace, and thrive off, a certain uncertainty. However, the security of knowing where I’ll hang my hat come March is what’ll allow me to sleep at night. A balance between freedom and home which allows me to be present both now and during my trips.
Friends, what do you need to feel “on solid ground”? I’d love to hear.