1. Airplane

I am 37,000 feet in the air again. Once more I’ve left, by definition, what I’ve previously referred to as home. 


I’ve been trying to figure out what the word means. 


I keep thinking I almost have it figured out - the where, the what, the who - until my very definition dissolves.

I’ve been convincing myself into thinking that home has to be one thing.

One place.

One house.

One person.

But it’s not. 

We (humans) love to define things. What things? 


Our binary brains can’t help but to categorize, organize and store information into convenient categories.

Yes & no.

Right & wrong.

Good & bad.

We so desperately crave control and seek to satisfy it with the insatiable desire to define the world around us. 

To define our perspective.

To define our place.

I tried. I really did. I thought life would be simpler if I could fit myself into society’s definition of normal. 
We so desperately seek to know our place. Our role. 
We want to know where we stand and who we are and we create an identity based on the things we have, where we live, our job titles because we think it will provide a sense of security. 

We think that if we can define our preferences, by deciding on what goes into the “good” category, and what goes into the “bad” category, we will find others that agree with those preferences, and in turn, experience a sense of belonging. 

But all I see is a world of people, wanting so badly to belong, to be seen, to be heard, that all they are doing is trying to be like everybody else, that they lose the magic of being themselves. 

I see people seeking validation outside of themselves. Looking for someone else to tell them they are ok. That they are worthy of - what? Attention? Love? 

I see people wearing masks and wondering why no one recognizes them. 

We are so easily convinced that everything has to be a certain way. The certain way that most people seem to agree on. The people who are doing the same thing every day and wondering why nothing seems to change.


People expect you to be normal and fit into their definition of normal so their brains can categorize what you’ve created as good or bad, yes or no, right or wrong. 

Well I don’t want to be anyone’s definition of normal. If I’ve learned anything from this last year it is the importance of taking the time to ask yourself what is truly important to YOU. 

It’s too easy to get caught up in the dreams of others, and even what others dream for you. 

We have an opportunity, as conscious beings inhabiting this planet, to create - whatever we want! 

I guess what I’m really trying to say is that it’s true - so many of us end up living our lives for other people, and only realizing it years and years later. We’re either too scared to do something that might be considered different, or we never even take the time to inquire within and find out what truly makes each of us happy. 

Imagine if everyone spent a little more time nurturing their joy, pampering their passions. A world full of people living out their potential and purpose! 

If only we cared less about what others thought of us, and instead followed what was true for us, our own definitely of love, joy and success... there would be less resentments, more expression! Less fear, more enjoyment of this precious existence.

Which leads me to my intention for this trip: to truly acknowledge myself. My wants, needs, desires. Me. Following my dream, and actively creating the life that I’ve always wanted to live.

Life is short. 

We have no idea what could happen next, or how much time we truly have here on this planet, in this body. Time is an illusion, my loves.

So do the thing. 

Buy the ticket.

Sell all your things once. 

You don’t need them anyways.

See the world.

Take chances.

Make changes.

Listen to your intuition.

and above all…