My How Far We’ve Come: Perspective from a New Year

Over the holidays, I had the chance to catch up with one of my best friends. She is living abroad for a year for her job and is traveling as much of the world as she possibly can. It’s a dream come true for her – quite literally. She has been dreaming about and working toward this opportunity for several years.

It finally paid off.

Now, that is not to say there weren’t a few bumps in the road or obstacles that needed maneuvering. There were several. As someone who was along for the ride through all the ups and downs, twists and turns, I feel uniquely equipped to remark on just how far she has come in a year.

Of course, if you’re anything like me, this time of year typically involves a certain amount of retrospection as well as introspection. I take stock of the goals and resolutions I had set for the year and assess how many I actually achieved. I had just done a bit of this inventory when I met up with her. Like me, she is one to look back and take stock of the changes each year brings.

We ate at one of our favorite restaurants one night with another of our closest friends and caught up on all the latest news since the last time we’d all been together. We talked about her work and her travels. We talked about the differences (big and small) of living in a foreign place, where the language, food, culture, and customs are just that – foreign. Then we each went in different directions until we can be together again.

I went home and kept thinking over the next couple days about all the things we discussed going on in each of our lives. Between the three of us, there had been changes in work, travel, relationships, marriage, relocation, and the thought of kids.

Then, it occurred to me just how much had changed in 365 days, how much we had changed. While we could only steal a few hours here and there, the difference was evident, and I told her so.

My how far we’ve come. It seemed what we gained most from the past 365 days of experiences was…perspective.

As we like to remind each other, “The Man has a Plan, and He knows what He’s doing.” And He does. While it may not always be clear to us or easy to trust and put all of our hopes, dreams, and faith in, what we gain in the end is the perspective we need to see just how far we’ve come. If we’re lucky, we find ourselves in a better place, and we see exactly how and why we arrived when we did rather than when we thought we should.

All the hell we had been through to get here (whether in the past year or many years) makes much more sense to us now. It was all preparation to guarantee we were truly ready, in every way, for the things ahead. That process ensured we truly appreciate, enjoy, and savor them in a way we couldn’t have had we not gone through a bit of hell to get there.

It may have seemed chaotic at the time, but looking back, we can see how every bump in the road or obstacle that made us change course acted as a stepping stone on the path toward reaching our goals and dreams  – or at least brought us much closer to them. All those obstacles we maneuvered had led us here. Thankfully, “here” is a good, perhaps even better place than we’d originally been trying to reach. The road may have been long and winding, but we got there all right.

So as we start this New Year, we do so “looking down from 30,000 feet” and realize “life’s been good to me.”

Wanderlust

Wanderlust

I don’t know about you, but I’ve had this ongoing fantasy about selling all my things of any real value (my car) – or anything that anyone would ever want to buy of mine, no matter how small, for that matter – quitting whatever job I had at the time (or if I’m working my dream job, getting them to back me and publish the book that would inevitably come out of this adventure, because this is a fantasy after all), and traveling the world. I would work when I had to, pick up random skills along the way; like bartending and waitressing, because who doesn’t like a strong drink, a sympathetic ear, and great service? Then I would move on to the next place and the next and the next until my wanderlust had calmed to a low burn and I decided I wanted to settle down a bit, maybe find someone – a male someone – to start a new adventure with and to join me in my travels.

I put a lot of hours in daydreaming about this, adding places and scenarios, then subtracting them only to see a movie or read a book or talk to someone about that place, and add it back to my ever-growing list of cities and countries and things to see and do.

Then Reality – that bitch – popped my pretty little bubble. I had student loans and bills to pay, responsibilities and people who depended on me that I couldn’t shirk. Plus, I needed a travel buddy. I have no intention of becoming the inspiration for the next Taken. There is safety in numbers and it’s honestly just more fun when I have someone to say, “Look at that!” or “Take my picture” to or to go to dinner or to an event with. A friend, a travel companion, a beautiful world to explore: What more could a girl as for, right? Maybe an endless supply of money and time to do all that traveling…just sayin’*.

As time went on and Life gave me the reality check I suppose I deserved, I realized that it truly was a fantasy. I was not – at least at this time or in the foreseeable future – going to take an indefinite amount of time to flit and gallivant around the world at my whim. Instead, my dream-filled but pragmatic mind decided to make traveling and checking places off my bucket list a priority. I would work to live (read: travel), not live to work. I would budget and save and use my “point-earning” credit card to my advantage and I would see the world one trip, one city at a time.

Step 1: A trip to Disney World for a long weekend with my designated travel buddy whose wanderlust runs just as deeply as mine.

So while my fantasy life as a nomad may not be exactly plausible, my dream to wander, to see far off places, to visit the lands of my ancestors and look for distant relatives there didn’t have to disappear with the clouds that once danced around my head. No siree! My sense of wanderlust and adventure is as keen as ever. Now, it just has its priorities, plans, and goals in place to get me from one work week to the next trip and back again.

So you see, sometimes all it takes to achieve our dreams and make our fantasies become realities is to take a step back, crunch some numbers, do some creative thinking, oh, and finding a loot to pay the way doesn’t hurt either!

*(Disclaimer: If I win the lottery or inherit millions from a long-lost relative, I’ll be gone before I can pack my bags or say ciao bella.)