“You need to have the funk to have the fun.”
Never were truer words written to me via Skype.
Two days ago, I was messaging Anthony, one of the most amazing people I have had the fortune to meet on this Adventure of mine.
We talked about life, I caught him up on what’s going on back in America with my family, I told him I was in a funk and how frustrated I was that said funk was in progress.
It was then he wrote the funk was necessary. “You need to have a balance …” he began, and then he entered the words quoted above.
Instantly, my mood cheered. The gray cloud that had been hanging over me dissolved.
“You need to have the funk …”
For the past month, I have been struggling. It was not an easy time, to say the least. I teetered between tears and smiles as I navigated both an emotionally and physically challenging days.
(NOTE: the actual “Adventures of D” is about six weeks behind today, so you will read all about it … soon)
Every day, I would wake up and a time clock would go off in my head, the alarm saying to me:
“D … what are you doing with your life? You only have two months of traveling left …”
There was a rat race going on in my mind. Suddenly, I was out of the moment. I was into October. Living back in the USA. Trying to figure out where I would live, what I would do, who I would be.
In my waking moments, I was so consumed by these thoughts that I stopped enjoying. I stopped living in the moment and started to get the dreaded TRAVEL FATIGUE.
I tried to avoid it. I took some day trips. I explored. But, I had lost the spring in my step on my way to Month Five.
And it made me angry. Made me want to cry. I felt ridiculously overwhelmed with guilt.
There are a million people who would give anything to be where you are, and now you are pissing it away, D.
I was ashamed.
Here I am, living this amazing adventure and I somehow, somewhere in the past four weeks, stopped appreciating it.
It took Anthony to make me feel better about it. Yes, I have Travel Fatigue. But, I don’t need to let thoughts consume me, and then let those bad thoughts about having those thoughts take over my brain and cloud everything. It’s a part of the experience.
So, Funk, Hello. Thanks for hanging out with me on and off for four weeks. It was great. You made me appreciate what I miss the most about traveling — The Fun.
Fun, I’m back.
Here’s to living in the moment in Month Six.
Serefe. Na zdrave.