I love my travel friends, those I meet at hostels, at their homes, at pubs, at cafes, on trains, on planes…..in crossroads, at intersections, in transitions.

Even though they may be concerned about the future, they are often more in the moment.

They understand it is about the moment. One moment we are journaling, then the next jumping onto a moped and looking over the mountains overseeing the ocean, blue and crisp.

But we cant always be traveling, sometimes we need roots, sometimes we need to be still.

Why is it harder to be happy with the moment now when we are home? When life seems normal, stale even?

These moments forces us to notice small things, small moments.

Like when I was doing hot yoga next to a man who had a bible verse tattooed on his side. And this thought, oh wow, I am doing yoga and reading the bible at the same time, I laugh.

Or when we binge watch a netflix series and think, this show is so great.

In a year of sabbatical, some people ask me, are you in school or are you working? It seems we are always going somewhere, getting somewhere, trying to achieve the next…

We are uncomfortable with not knowing, we want to be single or married, we are not comfortable with unknown complications. We want to be in school or working, we want to have goals, we want to achieve….

But what if we were happy now.

Believing we are enough now.

Human ambition is a beautiful thing. I used to be a workaholic. But it can drain you, especially when you never feel like you are enough. What if ambition came from inspiration, not from a place of trying to prove your worth? What if creating came from rest and not from striving.