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I’m going to start this off by saying if you aren’t interested in hearing about this trip, international travel, or my first-hand experiences while overseas, feel free to skip the next two weeks worth of posts. I had a bit of a revelation on the first night on the ship; I might want to follow in my father’s footsteps and travel and write for a living. In a Maker’s Mark and jetlag-induced haze, I talked to Barry about said revelation, what I want our next chapter to look like, and pretty much spelled out how I want it all to work out.

My first reaction is HOLY SMOKES I COULD GET PAID TO DO THIS. Which, duh, is awesome. And then my immediate second reaction is that I also had the same feelings about working in the skydiving industry full time. Back in 2010, I was climbing the corporate ladder, killing it in the PR/Marketing agency world, and then skydiving happened. And then I pivoted and did marketing/PR/events in the skydiving industry. And then I pivoted again and started Planet Green Socks to do the skydiving events on my own.

What’s that little line everyone always told me? Don’t turn your hobby into your job?

Is this a “third time’s a charm” or a big red warning flag? Do I want to write and travel and have that be my source of income? Will I grow to dislike it if it becomes work? I burned out HARD after moving to southern California and working year-round in the skydiving industry. I know the circumstances at my last job were WILDLY different than this would be (oh lordy if those walls could talk) – but it does make me pause for a second.

Fortunately, I have plenty of time to reflect on this and see how it goes. I definitely feel more like HELL YES and infinite possibilities than I am nervous/hesitant/scared about this idea, so that’s good. The thing about how I operate is this: I can sell myself into or out of something LIKE A PRO.

I could say that my time in the skydiving industry was a learning experience, and I am now more equipped to pace myself, take time for myself, and that because of all the personal work I’ve done these past eight months, I know myself better and can adjust accordingly. I can recognize the signs of burnout and react swiftly before it’s too late. I could probably avoid burnout, actually.

OR

I could say that the lesson from working in the skydiving industry is that I definitely should not turn my passion into a job. Because we see how that worked out. (There are a lot of factors that negate that statement but when I’m talking myself out of something, I don’t need to see all the details.)

BUT

If I say that, then it feels like I’m saying the past five years of my life were a waste. They were not. And it feels like I’m saying that I need to find something I feel mild (??) about and make THAT into a job because that’s… safer?

That doesn’t feel authentic.

What I do know is this: I’m one of those people who won’t be doing just one thing for the rest of her professional life. There is too much about this human experience that I want to see and do, and I know that whatever comes next for me professionally won’t be what I do for the rest of my time here on this planet. AND THAT IS OKAY. I also know that whenever I’m fully engaged in what I’m doing – I produce excellent work. And when I’m not interested in it anymore, it’s on to the next thing. AND THAT IS OKAY. We all take a different path on this planet, and that’s what mine looks like. I like variety. I like moving every few years. I like diving into new industries and fully immersing myself in them.

I’m letting that bit marinate. It’s another little sliver of clarity through the fog that was “what is my life” and it’s fun to watch how everything lines up and starts to unfold. Plus, it’s a whole lot easier to “trust the process” when I’m in my happy place:


First day on the ship. The only reason I’m able to stand is because of the GALLONS of espresso I had consumed. Good times. 

More marinating face:

You can see the Royal Palace in Stockholm in the reflection of my glasses. SWEET. 

Yesterday, in a not-so-surprising turn of events (Law of Attraction and all that woo-woo stuff coming into play here), my dad asked me to write guest posts on his website during this trip. The original plan was to have me help him with coverage; posting links, pictures, etc on the various social media channels he uses to cover events. I’m still helping him do that, but he’s asked me to give his audience my fresh perspective. As a 30-something married millennial with no intentions of having children, I represent a demographic of traveler that is growing quickly, and doesn’t have much of a voice in the cruise industry, specifically. Retired/older people, check. Families, check. Me and Barry taking on the world one ship at a time? Not as much. And so it is.

Of course, my dad’s website is a bit more journalistic in nature, so I definitely had to watch my mouth when writing it, but I think you’ll get a good idea of how much I’m enjoying this trip so far if you follow along.

What’s new with you? It’s been a few days since my last post, how are things going in your life? Anything fun and exciting happen for you this weekend? When you’re faced with a decision, do you also have this blessing/curse ability to be able to talk yourself into or out of it, or am I completely alone in my Gemini ways on that one?

PS: If you have traveled internationally and have a tried and true way to get your systems in order and get over the whole jet lag thing, I’d be forever grateful. My mind is on local time, my body is on Pacific time, and it’s all a bit overwhelming, to be honest.

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