We all need to work in order to make money to pay bills to be in debt to work some more. Right? I mean how else are we supposed live. That’s just the way it is. We go to our job that we usually complain about going to, but still we go to them everyday. We are unhappy in our routines, but still we proceed.  I am no different. I wake up at 6 or 6:30am to start my shift as a full time customer service representative at a major bank. Like everyone else, there are things that I like and do not like about my job. But the fact of the matter is, I spend the majority of my time at work and probably know my coworkers more than my own family. We all bitch about the routines we have made for ourselves… we all do!

So there must be something wrong. We work all of our lives with the mentality that we are going to make this treasure trove of money while we are young so that when we are old and decrepit we can spend it on all the things we want.  Let me be clear though, there is nothing wrong with an 80-year-old whipping around the newest bright yellow Charger. However the problem is this…the majority of us will probably be too old to fully enjoy the fruits of our labor.

The routine must stop!

I have recently celebrated my 24th birthday and surprisingly it wasn’t my growing age that got me thinking but rather how quickly it had approached.  My elders were not lying when they said that time speeds up as you get older.  What scares me about this is that I absolutely DO NOT want to look up 50 years from now and think “WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE WITH MY LIFE”  So I’m busting out.

This is my journey to becoming a traveler.


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