This sporadic adventure is something I wouldn't have done a year ago. Before moving to China, I would have thought it would be cool to take a last minute trip, but I wouldn't have done it. I would have worried about the money. I would have thought this isn't logical, I have things to do. But through the months that I spent in China where my every thought and emotion was challenged, while a ton of opportunities were in front of me at the same time, I learned to leave that worry, that fear and the constant, annoying, "What if?" at the metaphorical door.
I began to apply a bit of philosophy that I learned about when I was living in San Diego; jump first, fear later. A motto more than a philosophy really, It's a wild, youthful, idealistic and hubris-laden idea. But there's nothing more to it than exactly what it sounds like. It's the gutsy version of "YOLO" (grandma, that means You Only Live Once.) (Also, yes, I just took time to explain a pop culture reference to my grandma. You love it, don't lie.)
My trip to San Diego was not the slightest bit planned. But something came up that I literally couldn't say no to. When the west coast beckoned me...I took a second. I had this brief moment of hesitation. Then I thought "But...oh, F*ck it." And I jumped. I booked a plane ticket. And you know, I have not one worry about this,. So why would I be afraid in the first place?
I'm off to GORGEOUS southern California guys! I'll report back soon!