I woke up this morning with this incredible sense of excitement and adventure and curiosity brewing. The clock is ticking and I’m heading out on Saturday to Baja, California in Mexico to the Modern Elder Academy. It’s something I’ve been really looking forward to. If I close my eyes, I can feel and taste and smell the experience I’m going to have the ocean, breeze coming through the windows, the wonderful food, the conversation, the beach. That is super exciting and tantalizing to me, but what’s really got me excited is this idea that I had over the weekend.

I finally got quiet and focused on the trip. As I looked at the logistics of the travel, I realized that what I really want to do is give myself permission not to have a plan. I’m traveling like 10 hours to one of the most beautiful places on earth, a place I’ve never been to, and I want to see if I feel so inclined to stay. But here’s the thing. I’ve been telling myself this story and saying it out loud for over 40 years that I don’t like to travel alone, and the truth of the matter is, I need to unpack that. Is that really true? Where is that coming from? I spend enormous amounts of time by myself. I’m very adventurous. I think what it comes down to is that I like to have a base. I like to be somehow tethered, and then I feel freer to go out and explore. Quite frankly, saying to myself that I don’t like to travel alone has held me back and I think it’s time to unpack it. I may get to the end of the week and really feel like I’ve had enough vacation and that I just want to come back home.

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