Nothing annoys me more than a person stretched too thin. We’ve all seen them, running around like a chicken with their head cut off, talking a mile a minute with their shirt on inside out. I always want to grab them and force them to take three deep breaths. We all have the same twenty-four hours in a day and there is always someone getting more done in a day than you. One of my best college lessons was to work smarter, not harder and this is my approach to everything, especially time management.
I was never the girl that pretended my relationships were marriages, or serious even. I never remembered the day I began dating anyone and had a strict rule against celebrating anniversaries. In my opinion, some things are only for marriage, my wedding anniversary is the only I’ve ever celebrated. Today I am breaking that rule by not only celebrating another anniversary, but by also celebrating it a bit prematurely. Today is my six-month travelversary, as we have enjoyed six months of international travel. I left the states with my husband and our three backpacks exactly six months ago today.
I was sitting in a meeting with my boss when I decided I needed to quit my job. I realized I never wanted his job and should immediately stop climbing a ladder if I did not care to reach the top. Instantly I felt fatigued by fear, just the thought of not receiving my much-needed direct deposit every other week sent me into a panic. I was living on Wilshire Blvd in Los Angeles in an apartment well above my means.
When we decided to travel abroad indefinitely we made the decision to sell all of our things. Although I didn’t know exactly how long I would travel, I refused to tie myself to anything, especially literal things. It definitely would have been easier, though more expensive, to just keep my apartment or put things in storage while I allowed my wanderlust to flourish. Like with moving, you do not realize how much stuff you have acquired until you have to get rid of it. When faced with such large projects I like to break it down into small, manageable groups. This is my advice on how to sell all your things to travel.
It is always difficult to pinpoint the catalyst of a movement after the dust has settled. Like most crossroads in life, there were many factors and people that played a role in my decision to quit my job. It was undoubtedly a scary and tough choice to make, but for me it was necessary. I was not happy with the person I was becoming – worried about others perceptions of me more than I was my own happiness. Chasing an ambiguous checking account balance, living in the ever-materialistic City of Angels, I had become more interested in what I had than who I was.