"Give your heart and soul to me and your life will always be la vie en rose."
It's Thursday morning, and I can't seem to keep my days straight. I've been traveling and shooting nonstop for the past couple of months. I've been riding this wave of success and opportunity, and so it seems to others that I have some sort of glamorous life. I'm thirty years old and lovin it. So far being 30 is all it's cracked up to be. I feel like I have my life together, and I'm going somewhere. But let me tell you this, I'm not the same person I was when I first started my travel addiction in 2008. I. am. tired. (and obviously older.)
I was sitting on the plane on my flight home last night thinking, "oooh, my body cannot handle this. I'm getting too old." I was writing an article for a website the other day and realized I've traveled to over 100 destinations in the past six years. Just thinking about all my trips makes me feel tired. When I first started traveling I had the physical stamina to be on the road every couple of weeks. Nowadays I crave my own bed and my own stay-at-home routine. I still love to travel and all it brings. I love meeting new people and accumulating lifelong memories. I love expanding my world view and understanding of new cultures. It's just that the more I do it the more I realize that I can't physically keep up with my wanderlust.
I feel like I'm at that point in life where I'm at the cusp of something. (I know what that something is by the way, and I'm so incredibly excited for it. But I'll touch on that something for a future post.) And along with that change in my life I wonder if my life as a traveler will end or adjust or be rekindled. It's exciting to look forward to the future and wait for what's to come next. Everything in my life right now seems to be evolving, like a caterpillar in its chrysalis waiting to become a butterfly.
And so when I think of it… I really do have a glamorous life--I am happy and loved, and I can't ask for more.