"My Journey Across The Atlantic Part I"

Conquering Freedom

"My Journey Across The Atlantic Part I"

     Waiting, waiting and waiting for the perfect moment until I realized that the perfect moments are usually ALWAYS....imperfect. The perfect moments have bad timing and are filled with lots of spontaneity. Not my strong suite or preference but aye working on uncomfortable areas of my life.  So I thought on it and finally I had the courage to just do it...I hit the button. Forget the perfect moment, forget how I think things should be and just go for it.  Screw up, get lost and just be free. Its really ok.  So I planned my own trip and I confirmed my own itinerary nevertheless interesting place, Dublin, Ireland.  No language barriers just a fun time lost in places that are new. Great plan right? (internally thinking stupid plan)

     My natural instinct and my mind as usual were telling me nahhh man that’s too much, that’s crazy, don’t do it but my heart, yeah this thing again which has been wrong on several occasions, which has also gotten me into a lot of trouble was like yeahhh mannnn just go for it... you have absolutely nothing to lose. Been there, done that and yup I lost on several occasions. Yup, heard it before and not exactly thrilled when this thing, my heart, creeps onto the scene. Anywho, I fell for it..again, hoping in the process I will uncover some necessary truths about myself which are treasures waiting to be discovered.   Sooo maybe a spiritual journey, hell I have no idea except that usually its tough going against your heart yet for some reason the most interesting things are always placed upon it.  No what ifs, no planning to be precautious, no turning back.  I took the advice of an old friend I met in Boston years ago, who once said that the beauty in life is the unknown so "look forward to it." So I took his advice and I am now sitting in a cafe alone, in Dublin, blogging about my international travel abroad experience and quite frankly, I have learned a lot.

     For one, that I am far more courageous then I give myself credit for, that I take risk even at the risk of failure and of heartbreak for the things I truly care about...because really I care about them to me its worth the risk. I also learned that I am not afraid to jump out of my comfort zone, that I can be impatient and that its ok to get lost but never ok to stay lost.  I learned that I am a strong person with a strong will to at least put forth a genuine effort at new things and that sometimes your result is not judged by the outcome but the process to the outcome and your attitude during the process. yikes.  I learned that no matter what, there is always beauty in the things that don’t feel good and in things that challenge us to become better people.  

     So, what I will say is in closing is:  Yes, I did get lost in London and Dublin, I did swear a bit when I got lost, yes I caught the wrong trains to my destinations, yes I had been dropped off at the wrong destinations by drivers, and yes I had to humble myself to ask questions to strangers about these new places and new lands on how to reach my destination...but you know what? It all ended up being ok.  The result, ironically, not much different from my everyday life with the underlying premise being to just believe and to trust that things will be ok because usually they are. If your energy and character remains positive, this energy will carry you to the right places and to the right people.  People will be drawn to you because it will command the attention and energy of people around you. You will always be successful and will always get to your destination...maybe not when you want, maybe just in time but you will get there.

Be well,

Vic