The first leg of my trip is coming to an end, and I’m heading for Utah tomorrow.
It’s been a relaxing couple of weeks as I transition out of a typical working life and into a life and schedule of my own choosing. As the pictures show, I’ve had a few adventures.
I’ve had fun seeing friends, traveling, and relaxing, but it doesn’t feel entirely successful, yet. I’m still getting the hang of a rhythm – is there even a rhythm to a life with no schedule? Day and night happen pretty predictably – everything else is subject to change, and I’m the one who decides when to sleep, eat, exercise, read, see friends. It’s tremendously freeing, but also scary, to have so much freedom and so much responsibility together. I really need to know who I am and what my priorities are in order to avoid being buffeted by the tides of whims, passing emotions, and the desires of others.
Tomorrow I begin meandering back to Reno via a couple of Utah’s gorgeous national parks. I’ll say farewell to Tucson’s formidable heat (yay), lots of cacti (bummer), old and new friends (boo), and my cat (boooo). My goal for the next week is to do my mini-road trip Mary-style. I have a bad habit of worrying about what someone else would do in my place when I’m on a trip. I worry that I’m wasting my time, or not doing it right, or that if I’d only planned better I could have done something really spectacular. That worry poisons my experiences. This week, I’ll try to go a few days without poison.