Another drop in the ocean…

I write this first entry with no delusion. I’m probably just manic. I should be working, but I’m day dreaming. I dream of quitting, selling all my possessions and traveling the world.

Don’t we all.

My life is a drunk funambulist. On one side, I’ve suffered immensely. I’ve experienced debilitating loneliness at the hands of my mental health issues. I’ve been broke and hopeless. I’ve been addicted and abused. But I’m also white, in Canada… I’m incredibly smart and decent looking, and if you think beauty isn’t a privilege, you’re probably gorgeous. All in all, I probably have more luck than most, shadowed only by my inability to be grateful for it.

4 years ago I bought a camera to start vlogging. My YouTube page still stands, logo, banner and all… not a single video on it. Mel Robbins says that projects happen only when we are truly ready. I’d like to think I am… but then again, I have issues with consistency. I’m not telling anyone about this. Only you my friend. Today is day one of selling all my shit and traveling the world, and by that, I don’t mean today I take my first flight, I mean today, I took the decision.

Let’s get in touch soon, I’ll let you know how much closer I am to leaving.

Maybe this is another drop in my ocean of started projects that never get anywhere… Maybe this is another drop in the oceans of blogs out there. Maybe I’m another drop in an ocean of people solitaire… Lost but belonging; peaceful and thunderous. One of many, and all of none.