It had taken a year of hard work but we were finally boarding the plane. The kids were easy to get organized. They were excited to be going to Disneyland and it was only a quick two and a half hour flight to LA. As the plane lifted off the tarmac I experienced a sense of Freedom. All the preparations were complete and we had tied up all the loose ends at home and work. The LA sun was closer than ever. This was one of a handful of times I had experienced this feeling of Freedom.
For many of us we work all year for a week or two of Freedom. We work in cubicles or are restricted by regulations or finances from doing what we really love. The life of travel, experiencing worldly culture and people is only a snapshot of our lives, never given the time to truly appreciate the differences and flavours the world has to offer.
Since then, when I travel, I always try and capture that essence. That feeling of Freedom that I long for. The idea that I am a vagabond able to move from one city, country or culture to another immersing myself in all there is to discover.
You see, I am not 30 anymore but since then I have experienced many waves of what people refer to as “midlife crisis”. That feeling that you have more to do than you have time to do it. Kind of like having a dinner party and inviting a hundred guests and thinking you can do all the cooking, serving and cleaning yourself. That idea really can muster a sense of urgency and fuel the midlife crisis flame. After all you don’t want to be the guy everyone has to wait for while hiking an Inca trail or climbing to the top of a mountain to enjoy the view only a few will ever see.
I am convinced the idea of creating a simpler life. A life of choice and ability to support your existence while moving about can bring back that feeling of Freedom every day. Knowing what my obligations are to myself, my family and breaking down the boundaries I have built will help bring me to the place where I can relive the experience from that day on our way to LA.