Clean Up On Aisle Brain!

I always wanted to travel but I realize it’s not for me now. I’m meant to be grounded where I am. I get to curious in the unknown to where it becomes addicting. I’m thankful to have the partner I do with the dreams she has because she is what keeps me grounded. Which is funny, because I spend a lot of time thinking about how “in the clouds” she makes me feel also. We travel, but it’s not like we are gonna give our home away for the van life. Some people can do that, I would lose myself in that life and never accomplish what I wish to in life. I want to travel, explore the world, spend stupid amounts of money to see all there is out there, do things I’ve never done for in the moment thrills. Secretly I think she does too at times. But I see the purpose in being grounded; having a stable place to call home, familiarity, a place to genuinely appreciate, to contribute to a piece of the human world. Yeah I’d to travel the world and soak up all it has to offer, but what if I enjoy being here, now, and just giving back to where I am by enjoying the company here, the surroundings, the energy and contributing to that? That’s okay isn’t it? I spend too much time thinking about being other places. Maybe because the fear of dying is a personal trauma for me so I want to experience all there is. Then I think, isn’t this all there is? The here and now. Learning to live the life you live to the fullest. Learning to find beautiful joy in what you have right this moment? I believe I will travel to the places I am meant to go in my life, but this inner craving to travel the world and experience everything must rest. I know it’s my ego and a life ran by ego is no life at all. Will I ever be satisfied with anything if I don’t learn to be satisfied with where and what my life is right now?

Just some of my brains contents now spilling into your brain 🤙🏼

🧠 The Cope Dealer