I’d be lying if I said I was immune to fear from change.
The nomad life is awesome, don’t get me wrong, but it comes with a price, like questioning reality. What is my reality while always on the go? Well, the only solution is to savor the adventure, climb aboard and hang on!
Outfit: Shorts + Top: Nike
From the south eastern states, the tour took us north into Ohio, Pennsylvania and New Jersey.
We were in Highstown, New Jersey before Pottsville, Pennsylvania. The irony was not lost in the group.
My time on tour concluded with a rainy night in Allentown, PA. A day or so before leaving, I started feeling nervous about the next change. I took my anxiety and ran with it, literally. Just like anything new in life, it’s okay to be afraid. I processed the emotions midrun, and come my last day, I was ready to hit the road. #OntoTheNext
Without the storm, how can we find the color?
While I hardly fit in with the group, I wouldn’t trade my experience on tour for a lazy summer at the beach, believe it or not. I got to travel the US while seeing new cities, meeting new people, seeing familiar faces, and hanging out in big stadium press boxes from time to time, like the Denver Mile High, the Atlanta Dome and Rutgers University, to name a few.
I probably consumed at least 50 chocolate chip cookies while on tour.
I learned so much, like how to deal with being an outsider amid constant changes and how to truly relish alone time in my explorations.
Thanks to the Timer Cam App, I could take professional selfies all day long.
These challenges inspired me to push myself even further in the fitness world.
I gained a new appreciation for running- hunting through new cities and locating tracks and trails.
It was a bit of a struggle finding little patches of grass to fit in yoga, but I made it work.
Let’s go stability. I’m working on back walk overs now.
My workouts served as my secret getaway from everything to delve into my thoughts and realization about life and to just be present, especially through weeks of touring.
And who could forget a little comedy. Or in most cases, me laughing at any and everything along the trip.
Listening to southerners and northerners trying to get along in conversation, having the coffee pot come close to flaming in smokes most mornings, going to the grocery store and buying in bulk, hearing the crazy lady in the back belch like a 300 pound man, witnessing the red neck bus driver scratch his belly while eating pork rinds, seeing the gay guys out-sassing each other, coming close to forgetting people on the bus and hearing rumors of where he or she is, only to find out said story isn’t true, showing my cousin the bus I live on and having him ask a thousand questions about entertainment, bathrooms and hygiene.
At times, I’ve asked myself how in the world I ended up in such a carnie adventure, but the connections, memories and learning opportunities are what it’s all about.
As much as I love pink, I’m so ready for new clothing options. I lived out of a suitcase small enough to carry it on the plane for the past two months. Who am I? Clearly, I left my tiara back in Charlottesville.
I finished tour and spent the last night at the Marriott in downtown Philadelphia before my afternoon flight the following day.
A giant stagnant bed with room service and posh amenities.
Relaxation at its finest.
Now, I’m fortunate to be spending the week at the beach with my family and friends.
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania hotel > Mid Air Flight > Garden City, South Carolina
Time to seek succor from my family and friends, long beach walks, good conversations, reading, and music.
“It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they’re better left unsung.
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.”
What’s your favorite thing to do at the beach?