What Do I Really Want?
Is it really to be a “digital nomad,” letting the wind take me to some remote corner of the world where I’ll sit in a café and work from my laptop? Or would I rather put down roots somewhere close to friends and family? The problem is I still want both.
While owning a house and living in Asheville, I thought I wanted a life on the road, one full of new places and new experiences, but now that I’ve got it, I wonder what it would feel like to settle down someplace once again? There is a part of me that treasures the routines of being in one place and having a more consistent schedule. For example, I want to run another 100-mile race, but I have not been able to develop the discipline required to train for one while moving around so much.
It’s the Farmer’s And Sailors showdown surfacing once again. Though I love the life that I have been living over the past three years, never remaining in any one place for longer than 5 months at a time, it wears on me. Just when I start to know a place, it’s time to pack our bags and move on.
I know that happiness is not a place on a map. It is instead a quality of mind that must be cultivated. Life is precious and short and so I want to be intentional about how I spend my days. How can I be a farmer and a sailor at the same time, having my routines, a community, adventure, and discovery no matter where I am or what I am doing? How can I plant my garden on a moving vessel?
Based on a journal entry from 2.12.15