An Ode to the Road: Photo Essay
Life isn’t what it once was. I’m cooped up. And I absolutely hate it. Recovering from a surgery that’s taking longer than I ever expected. Frustration engulfs my mind every day as I try to find a rehabilitation protocol that makes my body feel good. It takes a lot of effort not to slide into depression.
Ups & Downs
Before 2016, I took the opportunity to travel for the vast majority of 18 months. It was a fantastic time. Friends wanted to talk about how great college was. Why? I wanted to live in the NOW. There was no time to live in the past. The present just kept getting better and better.
New countries. New adventures. New experiences. New friends. I couldn’t get enough. I was like a junkie. Every “new” was another endorphin rush. First time in a new city? I’m high on life just walking around and exploring. Learning to surf? One of the best feelings in the world. Cracking up as you figure out the Dutch have the corniest jokes in the world? Endorphins flooding the brain. Just met a new cutie? Talk about a dopamine rush.
Dealing with the Downs
I had plans to continue my travels in 2016. While I did spend a little time in Colombia, I’ve been dealing with health issues for the majority of the year. It’s a bit depressing. The suburbs of Kansas City don’t quite compare to:
- Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic
- San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua
- Medellin, Colombia
- Cozumel, Mexico
- Machu Pichu, Peru
Life won’t always go according to plan. Sometimes you just have to roll with the punches. I’d like to be traveling right now, but that’s not an option. Health needs to be my priority. So I’ve been focusing on two things during this time to keep me positive:
- Spend as much time as you can with family and close friends. Even if it’s just watching a movie on Netflix.
- Make more money. By the time you hit the road next, you should be flush with cash and focused on passive income.
By focusing on the above, I’ve been able to stay relatively positive over the course of my surgery recovery. A surgery that isn’t going as planned. Still, I miss the road. I miss the adventures. I find myself perusing old photos on a weekly basis. Travel junkies will understand.
An Ode to the Road
So I figured I’d post some of my old travel photos as a form of meditation for me. And for fun. And for my two article a day challenge. So here’s my ode to the road. A photo essay about the good times I’ve had traveling:
An Ode to the Road
I’ve never really produced this type of content before. So I have no ideas or expectations about how it will go over. If you’ve made it this far, I assume you at least kind of like it. Let me know in the comments. Do you want to see more photo essays in the future? Too many photos? Not enough? Should I use a gallery format?
[…] Traveling alone. Here I was again. Up since five in the morning. Sitting in a run down Central American bus, my belongings clutched to my legs for fear of being robbed while in the overhead compartment.It was dark, and the bus smelled a bit rancid. I had no idea where we were. One tends to question life choices during moments like this. […]Reply