I sat there with my head in my hands.
It wasn’t often I felt at a loss of what direction to take but here I was.

At that moment, I was managing 6 major like transitions at once: a death in the family, eviction notice, multiple support systems leaving my life, about to lose 75% of my income, terminal illness diagnosis of a family member and, according, to my calculations, if I stayed on this path, I was 2 months away from having to declare bankruptcy.

In terms of having to deal with a lot at once, this was a record, even for me.
How was I going to get out of this mess?
Every possible solution brought about a new set of problems to solve.

And then, a realization:
Why are all of the solutions I’m considering trying to repair something that I don’t even want anyway…
                                                                                                    Somewhere along the way, I got off track. 
I had always been the outsider, The Black Sheep. The weird, quiet one. The one who sees alone time as a blessing not a punishment. The one refusing to conform to the societal norms for what is "the right way" to live. 
And there it was: The Problem. 

I was overwhelmed and exhausted.

I had stopped doing my own thing and had given in to the lies of the rat race and hustle culture. 

I betrayed the real me. 

The destruction of my old life was inevitable because I was no longer true to myself, no longer in alignment. It had been that way for far too long. I couldn't go on like this anymore, so I was given situations I couldn't ignore.
It’s always how it works.

I figured that since there was no perfect time and no saviour was coming and, even though I didn’t know what lay ahead, I certainly knew what I was going to get if I went back to the old way - so I went full steam ahead.
In a matter months, I sold almost everything I owned, stored what little I had left and wrapped up a life I had spent 30 years creating for the life of a digital nomad.

It was time for a soul-aligned approach to living...