When I revised my about page, I thought about all the places I’ve lived, and why I kept moving. I didn’t really have wanderlust, although I did enjoy traveling when I could. I wasn’t even very restless, but I never felt satisfied or content.
In my twenties, I saw a greeting card illustrated by Mary Engelbreit that read: ‘Wherever you go, there you are’, and it was an epiphany.
I was running away from myself – only I kept coming with me. The places, faces, and jobs would change, but the one constant was me.
Once I understood that I could only change myself, life started improving. Unfortunately the process has taken many years, and lots of ‘one step forward, two steps back’, but, being drawn to proverbs, I also read an alleged Chinese proverb which goes: ‘Be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still’, and that gave me hope that I wasn’t the only one muddling through life.
These days, traveling is journeying to, rather than running from – unless, of course, I’ve broken a law, and then I’ll definitely be on the run…
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