Reflections of a 43 Year Old Nomad ✨

As I turn another year older, I reflect back on what I thought being a grown-up would be like - something like marriage, kids, career, and living happily ever after. Turns out, that wasn’t for me.

I’ve been nomading across the world for five years now, homeless and happy, and life looks a lot different at 43 than I thought it’d be:

I’m not married, and perhaps never will be. And that’s totally okay. I’ve met so many incredible people throughout my life, and each of them have shaped me into the person I’ve become.

Everyone you meet has something to teach you, and not every relationship is meant to last. Loving someone is accepting them for exactly who they are. Loving yourself is knowing when to hold on and when to let them go.

Children are wonderful, but they’re not for me. And that’s okay too. I love my freedom and ability to play and explore like a kid. Hold onto your child-like wonder as long as you can.

Careers are lovely, but they don’t define us. Throughout my life I’ve been a lawyer, professor, author, consultant, bartender, cowboy, and countless others - and I still have no idea who or what I want to be. You’re free to reinvent yourself at any time. Just decide what to be, and go be it.

Remember, your life’s purpose is your own. Define it. Serving a purpose greater than your own gives your life meaning. Whether it’s caring for a plant, building little library, or holding space for a friend, every act of service matters.

Considering all this, do I believe “happily ever after” really exists? You bet. Regardless of how we choose to do life, we all just want to be happy. Figure out for yourself what makes YOU happy and run after it, regardless of what other people think, and don’t look back.

But what do I know? I’m just a 43 year old homeless vagabonding nomad. And quite frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.