… and I’m sure I’m not the only one! As digital nomads, Gaz and I, have spent the best part of the last three and a half years on the road, and as I look back I think, ‘wow, I enjoyed every second. Why on earth have I come home?!’ But then I read a blog post from last year, written from a beach shack in Bali. The post was titled ‘The joys of Generation Y: Having a midlife crisis at 27’, it questioned my lack of fulfilment and what was required to fill that void. It received a tremendous response on the blog and the social networks from people of all ages and all walks of life. It became apparent that there’s a lot of people seraching for that elusive feeling of success.
So what’s changed?
I wish I had found the answer, but sadly not. I’m still hoping that Magic 8 Ball my nephew got for Christmas will pipe up with some magical words to point me in the right direction but instead all I’ve received is ‘Outlook, not so good’. Uh oh!
We’re back in the UK, fairly settled and working every hour to progress towards our goal, to find the holy grail. Now if it were 30 degress outside I probably wouldn’t be writing this, but it’s actually an icey 2 degrees and I’m struggling to concentrate! So has anything actually changed? Yes, for a start I’m not on a beach, and I’m definitely not on a magical island like Bali. I don’t have a suntan and my disposable income is spent on shopping at Sainsbury’s rather than fine dining and fancy cocktails. But the real questions is… have I found success? Well I’m not sure success will be knocking on my doorstep any time soon because real success takes time, a long time. What’s important is to keep your goal in sight and make sure you’re always moving towards it.
The hardest part…
Obviously, the hardest part of all of this is the Wanderlust! As my Facebook feed is filled with holiday snaps from the twenty-somethings that have just embarked on their first round the world trip, to my favourite travel bloggers facing their seventh global tour, I can’t help but wish it was me. I am, of course, extremely happy to see other people experiencing the great adventures I’ve been lucky enough to enjoy, but if only I could squeeze into their suitcase and just get a glimpse of sunshine. Perhaps a quick stint in Jamaica would help? I’d even go for a one nighter in an average hotel near Brighton Pier but after all said and done, my holy grail won’t be found under a palm tree in the Caribbean or up a mountain in Peru, but it will be found in the hard work and sacrifices I make each day. So if you’re plodding along to reach your goal, you’re not alone, take solice in the fact that one day, one great and godly day you will finally be able to say ‘I’ve done it!’