Travelin’ Thoughts

Ok, so I know I said I’d finish writing about Monterey, that I’d write about my recent camping trip to Big Sur, and that I’d keep working on more posts continuing my adventures in Australia.  But before all that I’d like to take a quick detour and just muse a little in your prescence, if I may.

I had an amazing weekend in Big Sur.  I always go camping every Labor Day weekend with the same group of friends, and this trips are always incredible, but something about Big Sur in particular really got me.  I don’t know if it was just the beauty of the place, or some feeling I was picking up in the air, but I was profoundly happy to be there.  Now that I’m back, I’m just as profoundly depressed that I’m home again.

It’s not that I don’t like my home surroundings.  I too live in a beautiful and fascinating place.  But there is something about traveling that gets under my skin, and this bipolar cycle of elation and depression that feeds my soul and keeps me wanting more.  I know that it’s perfectly normal to be out of it after coming back from a long trip to far away places, but depressed after four days to a place just 3 hours away?  Travel is a drug, and I am an addict.

One of the things that I really dug about Big Sur was that being there allowed me to do some thinking.  Lately I’ve been trying to figure out what I really want to do with my life.  I think I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m really not sure, and that’s ok. I do want to keep working towards something larger, keep challenging myself and nurturing my passions and creativity.  One of the problems with trying to figure out what I want to do is that I have a lot of passions, most of which I’m reasonably good at, so I have a hard time picking just one thing to devote time to.  Besides traveling and writing I do makeup, sew, draw, and watch a lot of movies.  I have at various times done makeup, costumes, sound and lights for theater and student films, and actually have a degree to do these things.  I have played bass in an electronic rock band and attempted to teach myself ukulele.  I have been to Australia, Europe, and Israel, as well as various places around the good ol’ USA.  And with all of that life accomplishment I still work retail.  Some days I’m very ok with this, other days not so much.

Thanks for letting me get these thoughts out and sharing with you.  Thinking is a dangerous pastime, I know.  What about you?  What things are you uncontrollably passionate about?  What do you do that keeps you going and feeds your soul?

Good Luck and Happy Travels,

Mo