Tuesday morning (July 22, 2013) I was sitting at lunch surrounded by professional Houstonians eating a baked potato; when my boss started telling the vendor who had taken us to lunch about a book.
I think this book is written in an effort to get you to work harder, smarter, and become a better employee. My boss and all of our managers read it as part of leadership training to make them better leaders. Upper management is trying to make everyone realize that they need to continue to work hard to stay at the top. They need to adapt and become a force in their department.
Be the most knowledgeable! Be the most adaptable! Be the go to guy!
“Anticipate change!” “Enjoy change!” “Monitor change!”
After lunch, my interest in the story impelled my boss to forward me the link to the YouTube video that the leadership training team had shown to them.
For everyone that understands the point and propaganda I applaud you. This video had the opposite effect on me. For me all I saw was the invisible maze, the rat race. I am not a rat, nor do I want to be in a race striving for an end that someone other than me predetermines my needs.
“When you change what you believe you change what you do…”
This got me thinking about what I believe.
1) I believe the world is a more compassionate place than we give her credit for, and that given the opportunity she would show me.
2) That there is more to life than going to work to pay the bill and leaving my sons with a babysitter.
3) My children need me in their life every day. Yes I like time away from everyone, just me and my thoughts, but in the entire world I would rather be with these two little guys than anyone.
4) What happened to traveling the world? What happened to the adventurer who would see it all before she was old?
5) I am creative. I am a writer. I am a gypsy-soul trapped in the race. I am in desperate need to see the world before I get any older.
The question that came down like a hammer striking me on the head was, “What would you do if you weren’t afraid?”
What would I do?
What could I do?
What should I do?
At first I thought, I would quit my job and open a bakery. Make cookies and cakes, and get fat and sell my wares. Become a member of the community and live out my days in quiet contented illusion. Calm the gypsy within by taking annual trips. Just living the “American Dream,” but that is such a dream. I don’t want a house. I don’t want to be tied to things that become an anchor. I like my freedom too much. I won’t see nearly enough of the world – if I see any!
That was like writing my obituary long before I am ever dead!
“Here lies Megan. She was good.”
In reality, my dream has always been the same. Become a permanent traveler, by car and by foot. Sell everything and live go out in search of the world.
I remember reading about a family who became travelers. One day they just decided that the material existence of their lives had become their only existence. It didn’t matter that they had a baby who was too young to walk. It didn’t matter that they had a mortgage and car payments.
They just decided to be different.
I want to do that.
I have said “I” a lot in this, but really it is a “we” experience. I have two sons. I am determined to show them the world and give them an education unlike any other. I think they should visit battlegrounds and castles and natural landscapes to learn about history, geography, culture, languages, and so, so much more. I think they should experience with all five senses and develop a sense of being a citizen of not just America, but of the world.
I have thought about the effects of this lifestyle and I can’t find any that would be detrimental. I know our families would visit us where ever we are or we could fly home for breaks in our adventure. Technology makes it possible for me to keep in touch easily and cheaply. A global network of friends and relatives will make it easier to sleep in a warm bed.
One thought keeps ringing through my head.
Where would I make money?
I would like to share our adventures. I would like to be paid to write articles, short stories, and books detailing our trek around the globe. I am a decent photographer, I have two of the most handsome models ever, and I know that people would want to read the tale.
So we move on to phase two of the planning of Globe School. Finding kindred souls to assist in embarking on this great adventure.