What Dreams May Come

It’s finally going to happen. For well over a decade I’ve told friends that I want to someday visit Iceland. Since it’s been one of those, Fuck it, I’m gonna do it, kind of years, I pulled the trigger. I’ve wanted to go to Iceland long before it got popular. It’s obscurity was one of the main reasons. I figured, it MUST BE so beautiful to make people want to live on such a remote, cold and distant island. Either that, or they’re just trapped there with no way of getting off. Seriously though. I want to immerse myself in what the locals enjoy so much about their beloved nation, and see things through their lens. Now, it’s gonna happen!iceland-1995039_1920I hate using the phrase bucket list because it implies life’s like a grocery list of to-do’s. Not to mention I despise the sound of that haphazard term. Check. Done. Check. Done. Check. Done. Sounds rather unfulfilling when your dreams are laid out that way. So, I’m just going to call it as it is. It’s a dream coming true!

I called up two buddies who expressed interest in going with me. I was prepared to go solo if they weren’t on board. I think that’s where my mindset’s been at over the years. Happiness is feeling comfortable in my own skin, doing what I want. But companionship makes things a whole lot sweeter. I’m looking forward to enjoying the trip with Randy and Rene.

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Managed to squeeze a shot in with Rene (far right)

The three of us are also on a tight budget, which makes planning a bit easier. For myself, with my upcoming book launch and family vacation to Mexico, I have to admit, I’m tightening my man-purse strings. I’m somewhat a minimalist by nature, which makes things a bit easier. I don’t eat out as much as I used to. I live in a small-ish apartment which I feel is maybe even too big sometimes. I donate a lot of clothes I no longer wear (after 1 year) and I toss out a lot of old unused items or sell them on Let Go. (Does anyone really need multiple designs of tableware and cutlery?) I personally feel the North American lifestyle is fueled by the mantra that bigger is better. Monster homes. Gigantic vehicles. Extra rooms that go unused. Heck, even the portion sizes (especially in the US) are bigger. All of which can be debated whether or not we need them. That’s my personal take and it may not be yours, but that’s cool.

I’m climbing a space in my life where I feel I want to do whatever I feel like. I want to travel wherever I’d like (by myself or with others). I want to go out for a night of fun with friends whenever I so desire. I want to write whatever the heck is on my mind. Embracing my honest self, allowing my creativity to flow has been incredibly liberating. IMG_1580

I’m not sure why I’m feeling a little extra introspective this morning. Perhaps it has something to do with how grateful I am with what I have around me and what I have on the horizon, looking forward to fulfill dreams I’ve had for a very long time.

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4 thoughts on “What Dreams May Come

  1. Your trip to Iceland sounds awesome! Iceland is also on my bucket list, not sure what year/decade it might happen.
    Going with friends sounds even better.

    Re: bigger is better…four of us live in a smallish American ranch house. I’d never be able to keep up with all the cleaning in a McMansion. Plus the bigger the house the more stuff you accumulate.

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  2. Ahhh, another Tiny Homer – me too; I turned minimalist long before it was a thing 😉
    I hope your trip to Iceland fulfills and satiates your long-standing dream. I remember the craving I had for Mongolia, and it didn’t let me down for a moment (then again, that was 11 years ago; and it’s apparently greatly changed since). Bon voyage!

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