Finding the Ground When the Wheels are Almost Always Turning

We’re into Month 3 on the road, and my healthy vegan lifestyle seems to have shot out the window someplace in North Dakota. I’ve been hitting the sugar, salt, grease, and dairy HARD, and I can feel it. I even ate chicken in Wisconsin, and the other night I had a Brat! I don’t know what my Kidney numbers are doing, but I know that the old IBS is really, well, irritable. Beyond that, my anxiety about what I’m eating is starting to rise into the red zone.

I know why. I’ve been here before. The first time I remember it, I was 7 years old sitting on a kitchen counter eating chocolate milk powder with a spoon — in secret.

Let me be clear: I am happy with our choice to be nomadic. I am enjoying the delightful challenges out here on the road. I like meeting new people and animals, feeling new lands under my feet, and learning and growing in all the little ways that this life requires. I am not unhappy. And yet…

I recognize that part of the issue is the vacation essence of it all — that delicious liminal feeling that I get in airports and in new countries.

Even though I’m working from the road, my schedule is even more shifty than it was at home. This is made even more challenging by the fact that wifi is shaky. Sometimes I can’t work at all. I’m taking steps to work this…