42 Days until Departure
It’s a funny thing when you tell your closest friends and family that you’re selling everything, taking a leave from work and heading on a solo adventure around the world. Of course there’s select few that are happy for you (or at least they say it to your face), but most will never quite understand. And how could they? This way of thinking is so far outside of their realm of comfort it scares the S H I T out of them. Nowadays success is defined as getting a degree, working hard at your 9-5, owning a house, filling it with tangibles, getting married . . . I’ve been there. I’ve done that. And truth be told, if this is success I’m just not interested. I’m looking for something different, something I love and believe in, something S P A R K L E Y!
I refuse to live the last year on repeat 70 times and call it a L I F E.
So with that being said (a click of the mouse and a $600CAD flight to Amsterdam) my adventure begins. I haven’t even left my kitchen table and I already feel I T. I can feel my H E A R T start to beat quicker, tiny champagne B U B B L E S run through my body and I can’t wipe this stupid S M I L E off my lips. The E X C I T E M E N T overpowers the fear.
This feels like a good first step in the search for my S P A R K L E.