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Stubborn Travel: July Newsletter
On standing still, terrible travel partners and mysterious deserts
When time flies, maybe we should stand still
It’s happened again. I blink, and it’s July. It feels like yesterday that I was writing the last newsletter in March.
I hate the feeling. The all too familiar one that time is slipping away. It’s one of the few rules of life, of course. The sun rises and sets. Time passes, life goes on.
Work’s been crazy. I’m stressed, I’m anxious, I’m sleep deprived. I’m losing my resilience.
I still travel of course, because I’m stubborn (see: publication). But in this state of mind, my beloved travel has been a struggle. I’m crumbling at the unexpected, panicking when things don’t go to plan, failing to deal with the uncertainty that I normally embrace.
In these times, I’m reminded that travel can’t ever save you. It might distract you, it might delay you, it might help you escape, but not from yourself. That’s the baggage you’ve always got with you, baby!
Looking ahead at my next destination, I’m about to hit Burn Out Town. You know it? It’s right next to Break Down City. It’d be great to turn off somewhere before then.
