Letting Go

As I excepted, my travel/life plans have changed drastically in the sense of specifics but have maintained the overall focus of finding happiness in travel and not getting too attached to one physical place or concept. A sudden twist of fate occurred in late August of 2009. I broke my leg pretty badly in one of my collegiate soccer games which put an obvious damper on my plans. There are two reasons for this.

One: I have been playing soccer since before kindergarden and somehow ending a physical and emotional commitment in an unexpected and traumatic instant such as that did not settle well in my mind. I decided to do the necessary surgery and rehab in hopes of coming back and play at least one more full season. Don't worry, I realize this sounds crazy.

Two: Aside from being uncertain as to whether or not I would have been physically able to travel alone to Italy to work, I took the event as a sign that maybe, just maybe, the Au Pair path that I had previously planned might not be right. I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason even if that reason is not visible right away.

Both of these reasons have recently been validated in my mind. Since healing fully I have had three stories published in various literary journals, received the opportunity to intern with the fabulous Gypset (the initial inspiration for this blog), and been accepted to study abroad at an arts university in greece a year from

now. Not to mention I have rekindled my love for playing soccer, I no longer focus on the politics, but have returned to the basics and find myself loving to play as I did when my dad had to double-knot my cleats.The most significant effect th

ough, was the somewhat backwards way that the physical healing process led my father and I to mend our flawed relationship. We returned to a common plane of laughter and enjoying each other's company.

In fewer words the entire concept of remaining unattached to the outcome has been tested. Letting go of the idea of packing my things and moving to Italy has left room for the unfolding of many delightful events.