Departing with the Dawn

My bedside clock lazily rolled over to 1:40 am on a tranquil summer night here in LA.

In my chest however, waves churn and crash as they have my entire life. Time for change.

I threw my charted courses from weeks of brainstorms to the wind as my instinct excitedly tugs at my consciousness like an eager child, ready to explore.

Making checklists usually feels helpful. I fill a page of unlined notepaper with the necessities I know will give this trip a proper tone. Tent, folding chair, guitar, yoga mat, bathing suit, etc. etc.

It has been a rough few weeks. My clinical depression comes in waves and this current bout has felt like a tsunami. Combined with the practical issues I face, specifically searching for my calling, juggling perhaps too many girlfriends, and nearing the end of my savings, something's gotta give.

So I'm setting off on a U.S. road trip. No destinations, no plans.

Let's see where this journey goes.