Here on the blog I have shared tidbits of information relating to the events that birthed IHeartTravel. It revolved around a failed marriage, a failure to be an active part of my life, and the rug being swept out from under me...lets delve further
The Choice (not mine)
Let's go back about a year and some change. My ex-wife had made the decision that our marriage had become stagnant, the tank was empty, and everything had dried up. I knew this was this case in some form but my lack of attention to my life blinded me from this reality, I was in denial.
For a man who had dreamed of having a family since he was a teenager, and working towards that goal relentlessly, I must admit I did a pretty shitty job for myself once I got there. The decision my ex made was as if someone guided me to a cliff blindfolded, walked me to the edge of that cliff, and kicked me right off! (picture the 300 scene, you know the "This is Sparta" kick). Everything I had wanted, known or cared for was being lost.
Where was I to go?
What was I to do?
WHAT THE FUCK!?!
So much of who I was at that time was my relationship, my wife, my child, in my perspective my absolute everything.
As I descended this cliff I needed to act quickly to get back on solid ground. In the ensuing time after the breakup I eventually got to a frame of mind that sought out what made me happy. What made me tick, what I had always found interesting.
This mindset eventually led to my choice....
The Choice (mine)
Now we can call this a little brash or perhaps not so much, but this choice would be all mine.
As I got more in sync with my happiness/myself I began to weave in and out of different events in my life. Somehow or another it always came back to traveling. Being in this place, being in that place, dreaming of this location, somewhere out in the world and loving it to the fullest. In these moments I began to remember a teenage dream of mine.....England, more specifically London.
and that was it!
I thought to myself... "I have to get out of here", "I have to be me", "I'm going to London!"
This choice was definite; this search began & ended in one day. I set aside four days booked my flight at the beginning of the week on Monday and left four days later on Saturday.
Going with the brashness of this whole situation I aligned care for my daughter and after that my preparation was done. I told no one where I was going. I just informed my family when I would be back and asked politely for them to pick me up when I returned.
See this was my escape or more so my re-awakening to what life could be. I remember landing in Heathrow airport and having this immense sense of calm. I looked out the plane window as we landed and all that crossed my mind was “I’m back". Back to a place I love, back to traveling, back to an unfamiliar situation that always feels so right.
In the ensuing days spent in London thanks to the great site that is couchsurfing, I met with three amazing people, and made a lifelong travel buddy.
See in life sometimes you have to make decisions and choices that suit you the best, you don't know how they will end, but the ride always teaches you a valuable lesson(s). The choice that changed my life wasn't mine, but the choice to make my own life was completely.
I sit back as I write this and think of how crazy some of it seemed, and how completely right it all played out.
If you find yourself at a point in life where a tough choice has to be made. Make it from the clearest, most genuine of places....and then go for it!
That choice can change everything!