Have you ever been so incredibly distracted from your life, for a reason you can’t quite put your finger on? I have. I am.
Things are pretty good for me on paper, and I certainly don’t take that for granted. I have a loving husband, a beautiful home, a good, well-paying job, wonderful friends and family. I’m pretty healthy and strong, have a great support network, a cute little dog that follows me like a shadow, and I’m very thankful for all of that, truly.
But my soul isn’t comfortable. It aches. It aches for something more. I know I should be happy and content, but something in me is telling me that I shouldn’t be content with life. I should be striving for more, for bigger, for more adventurous, more amazing, more exciting. Something tells me that I should aim for more than content, that I’m worth more than that. Buggered if I know how to go about it though…
I’m a regular, every day girl. I’ve struggled with (still do to an extent) depression and body image issues. I come from a fairly typical, close-knit Italian family. I graduated high school and went straight to uni to earn a degree, because that’s what you’re “meant to do.” Then I got a job. Got engaged. Built a house. Got married. Kept working. Acted sensibly, especially with my money. Never splurge money on expensive shoes. Not even magazines. Didn’t take any risks, because I was taught not to. Always better safe than sorry.
Then, a couple of years ago, I quit my decent job and decided to take a risk by becoming a travel consultant. It was certainly not all it was cracked up to be – the hours were pretty rotten, the pay was horrible, the stress was completely relentless, as was the pressure from management to make more and more and more money. It was not the job for me long term. It did too much damage.
It also, however, gave me an opportunity to do a bit of travel, which is something I’ve always wanted to do. I feel a pull and a need to travel like most normal women feel to become mothers. I don’t have the maternal gene; I have the wanderlust gene instead. I know, in my bones I know, that my purpose on this planet in the short time I have is to travel and see and experience as much of the world as possible. I’m sure that’s not the end of my calling, because I still feel my soul twitching a little, but I know I’m on the right track now. My short time working as a travel consultant (just over 2 years) allowed me the opportunity to travel a little domestically, within Australia, but also to Christchurch in New Zealand, Koh Samui & Koh Phangan in Thailand, and Cancun & Isla Mujeres in Mexico. It also afforded my husband and I the opportunity to travel for 4 weeks to Egypt, around Italy, London, Paris and Barcelona.
It was my life dream to travel to Egypt, and I’d finally realised that dream. It awoke something within me; I finally started to realise that I had the ability to make my dreams come true. Even something as utterly impossible as travelling to Egypt (it sure as hell seemed impossible to a 9 year old girl with no pocket money!). I actually had it within me to make it happen!
With that new mindset, I made more plans to travel, mostly with my like-minded and very wonderful husband. We started working a lot harder to save our pennies so that they could be put towards experiences instead of things, including selling our large 4 bedroom home, and downgrading to a perfect little 2 bedroom townhouse, and me searching hard for and finally finding a better paying job, as well as personal training on the side for a bit of extra income.
When I blacked out on the train to work this morning, I jumped off at the next station, called my husband, and asked him to bring me home. I think it was my body finally manifesting what my soul has been feeling. It’s overwhelmed; I’m doing too much, and my brain is completely muddled because of it! I’m also a creative person by nature who isn’t really doing anything creative right now, and my body and soul recognised that before my brain did, clearly!
So, here we are. I’ve created a space where I can write, and share the things I love, both locally in my beautiful city of Melbourne, as well as globally on my travels. I want to share the wonderful things that helped awaken my inner wanderlust-bug; food, markets, fashion, real people, street art, shops, photos of beautiful places unknown, recipes I’ve been inspired to create and/or re-create, books I’ve read that have inspired me, even accommodation and restaurant recommendations! I’m thankful that I’m finally starting to find my life’s meaning after so many years of searching, and I hope that I can use this blog to help even just one other person do the same : )
Life is short, and you only live once… but if you live it right, once is enough!