Several days ago, I wrote separate responses for WordPress daily word prompts for the words “stubborn,” “praise,” “muse,” “crave,” “profound,” and “apology.”
As I formulated my thoughts, I recognized the calm, peaceful, and relaxed feeling of absolute happiness within me that had me reflect upon and contemplate why?
As a child, my parents, teachers, and friends told me, I was hyperactive, I needed to slow down, and I needed to learn to have more patience.
Although, at that time I didn’t know or understand the meaning of the word anxious. I profoundly wanted to go somewhere at that time and now was too late. My mother’s purchase of encyclopedias helped fuel my thoughts to dream of far off distant lands to explore many miles from my Midwest hometown. I desperately wanted to gaze upon the sights I read about in those encyclopedia books.
My curious imagination swirled whenever riding along the highway in my parent’s car, or on a school field trip. I stare out the window wondering where all the connecting roads went?
As I grew into adulthood, my sense of exploring has never subsided or dissipated. However, it was superseded with career and children. During those years, I was fortunate to cross the US four times from the Eastcoast to the Westcoast on a motorcycle culminating with a retirement trip to Fairbanks Alaska.
My family and friends have always been astonished or terrified in my travels. My mother who after my first two trips required me to tell her when I returned, instead of when where and how I planned to go.
In my retirement lifestyle years, I found myself exploring areas within a one to two- hundred-mile radius of where I lived in Southwest Florida.
After journal writing and reading travel novels by the likes of Jack Kerouac, Bill, Bryson, and Paul Theroux, I discovered the world of travel writing. My soul craves and desires to explore some place new and mainly unknown to the masses.
Driving to new places allowing my eyes and brain to experience something new, releases endorphins within my body bringing a smile to my face with a great euphoric feeling.
My nomadic travels accentuate my biological senses of sight, hearing, and smell to record the memories and experiences in writing and my mind forever.
Travel is my “Muse.” Writing is my profound expression detailing what I have experienced.
Because of my stubborn impatiences, I want to apologize to everyone in my life who I have hurried along. I understand and realize I have craved travel and now praise myself on my discovery of becoming a travel writer.