Breaking the Mold married

Breaking the Mold married -

This is a guest post by Ayngelina Bacon is magic. It is as a solo women writing a series of articles in your thirties while traveling.

I had a textbook childhood. I went to college, graduated with a degree, worked hard, and finally landed a good job as an account director at an advertising agency. It was well paid, I wore jeans to work, practiced yoga at lunch and went for pints with colleagues after hours.

But I was not happy. The problem was I was not unhappy not.

I was plugging away, do my job, without any real heights or any real lows either. I worked, had dinner with friends, and went out on the weekends. I had to go on holiday and enough money to do what I wanted.

That was what life should be about, right? Work hard to count all the work and money, the trendiest clothes and best restaurants to afford? I chased after in my twenties, but once I hit my thirties, I realized that none of this made me happy.

I had always wanted for a short holiday more than just traveling. On vacation to Europe and Southeast Asia, I met people who gave up her career to travel long. I was jealous. I wish I could do that.

After ten years of work, this dream was tucked away in the cabinet tidy things I wanted to do but was afraid. I had many excuses: I did not earn enough money, I did not have enough to retire, I was not where I wanted to be in my career. None of which were true, but they helped me to justify not travel. But I promised myself I would one day .

But we all know, never happened one day. We tell ourselves we will go after the dream in our heads ... but only if all the stars align, it's a full moon, and we get a perfect score Yahtzee. In reality, a day seldom comes, and we withdraw it just us dream.

What pushed over the edge finally turned 32 and sensor ticking my biological clock. I did not know if I really wanted to have children, but I knew if I did, I had to travel now. I believed that if you have children, your life changed too much to travel. My friends with kids will never drawn to Colombia and Mongolia into consideration, they just wanted a decent night's sleep and a sale on diapers. If I wanted to have children, I wanted one last taste of glorious independence.

When I fantasized one last great adventure about this, I thought it would be with someone else. I tried to beg, cajole, bully my boyfriend at the time in coming, but it was not his dream, and I was too afraid to go alone.

I had traveled alone once a week vacation my way alone to eat Rome. But that was easy. A week in Italy is quite different than anything to sell, you quit your job, and take a one-way flight to Mexico. This time I would my comfortable life to give up, and that was a scary thought

But a lazy Sunday afternoon when I sleep with the friend saw a movie on the couch, I looked around and thought .:

is that all? Is this my life? Is my dream to travel to?

I was turning on this route for the friend / Flat in man / house / kids, and I was suddenly clear, because that is not ready. There was no convincing him, though, I would go alone.

One day had turned now.

I have from the couch, went to my laptop and started out my finances. That was the beginning of the end of my old life. I was so scared to go, but more fear, regret not going to face. I'm a promise me, and I was too stubborn to break them.

Somehow think that children were the end of independent travel me the push travel to were finally going. I started slowly, all parts of my life Sale of furniture, to clothes, to my beloved book collection.

I a brave face when I told friends and family, I would, but inside I was scared. What I would do, but for a year? Would I be lonely all the time? I would be afraid to travel to a country where I did not know the language?

After. Away parties, goodbye lunch and farewell dinner, my friend drove me to the airport We broke out of the airport security. When I hugged him one last, I clung to him. He represents all the safety and security in my life. I had a hard time to break the embrace. I was so scared of the next step.

But he was stronger and let me go. We said goodbye, and when I went to security, I saw all the time, glassy eyes back and watching him, watching me go. I finally turned and walked through the security doors. And as I passed through the metal detector, all my anxiety disappeared doubt. It was to know with this strong sense of replacing, I had done the right thing.

Now, a year later, I look back with certainty that it was the right thing. I have no plans to return to my old life. I have no idea what the future holds in the street, but I have never been happier.

Ayngelina left a great job, friend, friends, and home to find inspiration in Latin America. You can read about their adventures at Speck Magic is

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