Step 1: Quit job.
Step 2: Move to another country.
Step 3: Discover roots.
Step 4: Continue to not have real job.
I stripped myself of a title, salary, and 401K. I tossed out my curling iron, deleted Yelp, bid adieu to infrastructure and moved to a developing country. I trekked the land of my parents to see what I could discover, and followed that with a solo trip around Asia to see what else I could learn. Now, I’m working on personal projects, living a nomadic lifestyle that most people dream of.
This journey has been inspiring and delightful, with a little bit of strange. Countless times I’ve uttered, “Damn, this is going in my memoir.”
You’d think that I’d be brave, a champion for the fearless, at this point. And yes, tackling the projections of what society expects of you in order to find your individual frontier imbues strength, patience, and a deeper understanding of yourself.
But as the dust settles and static makes a reappearance, I realize that I’m still scared, perhaps even more anxious and frightened than before. My tarot card reader told me to let go of my fears, and while the words came out of her mouth so easily, I struggle to find the answer key.
I’ve always seen the edge of the cliff from afar but never dared to wander close to see what laid beyond. My journey has led me closer and closer to the fringe of this cliff, now with a clear view of the panorama before me for the first time. I realize to move forward, I need to jump.
This was such a magical place in my Cambodia experience. My connection to the city, temples, and people shifted my thoughts of the country. I hold fond memories of this trip in my heart, with a red thread bracelet from Angkor Wat on my left wrist to remind me of the fortune that is coming my way as I take the next leap.