Travel is important to me. Period.
While in college, I ditched a long-lived dream of becoming a psychologist and dove head-first into geography. Within half of a semester of my first geography class I was there. I was neck-deep into something that I loved, and I felt like I was just where I needed to be.
I was very lucky to have a family that loved to travel. As a kid, my family would pack up the mini-van and go on vacations that consisted of days and days of driving (we never flew), a million stops at various obscure landmarks, and making some of my favorite memories.
When I got into that first geography class and was presented with a career path that was centered around, well, the entire earth, I felt the possibilities were endless. I could make a life out of traveling the world, though I would certainly add flying to my methods of transportation. I had to make that my life.
And, for a while, I did.
But, as with the story of most creatives, I felt there was something missing. I kept going into the direction of creating things, and - long story short - being creative won out over being a scientist.
However, being creative never won out over my wanderlust.
I was recently chatting with Kathleen about her post The Traveling Entrepreneur. It made me think about how much my life now is dictated by my need for persistent travel. I could have been a career geographer, but I would have had to get a job, and have a boss, and have to request time off. The horror!
Instead, I'm a creative entrepreneur. I make my own schedule and I travel when I want. I can work on the road if I want, or I can not, if my schedule allows.
I've looked back at the past 12 months and am blown away by two things in particular: how much time I've taken off, and all the awesome places that I have visited.
- In October, I went to Paris.
- In November, we went to Savannah.
- In December, we went to Chattanooga (3 times) and home for the holidays.
- In January, I went to Salt Lake City.
- In March, I went to Dallas.
- In May, we went to Austin.
- Right now I'm writing this from the Gulf Coast. I was on Lake Michigan less than a week ago.
I cannot - for the life of me - imagine doing anything different. Creative entrepreneurs have it made.
So, Kathleen, as for question #4: What would I do if I weren't afraid?
I would pack up my house, put it in storage, and my little family and I would hit the road. I would turn my monthly adventures into daily ones, and I'd work all the merry way. I'd be the epitome of the traveling entrepreneur.
What would you do if you weren't afraid?