I’ve been going through a quarter life crisis since I graduated from college in 2011. This is not because I feel inadequate; but rather I feel I have numerous skills, talents and passions which I am struggling to piece together. I was fed the dream that I can have it all, and I would be damned if I don’t.
On Christmas Eve, 2011, as I sat for a quiet dinner with a good friend who possess a lot of wisdom, we talked about future goals and ate some good pizza – the perfect recipe for all great life prophecy declarations – I professed
By 30, I want to be GREAT
In my journey to self fulfillment I had a plan, which I have semi been on track for. I wanted to live and work in The USA, Southern Africa, and Brazil for a year, in each, to better define what it is I seek. I’ve checked living and working off in two of the countries, and as I type this I sit in a room in Brazil as I am 17 days away from completing my 3 months of being here. Not to shabby Baby Phoofs
I chose these three countries because they are familiar and have defined who I am in various ways. I thought to live in each to draw from my past experiences to see what it is I want to be surrounded by and how much of it is dependent on the physical place.
These past three years have been my semi own version of Eat, Pray, Love without the intention of it being
Eat, Pray, Love
I sought to buy this book while on vacation here in Brazil. Since I was on no ones time but my own I wanted to gain some insight from a person in a somewhat similar position. I was made aware of this story because of the movie; however I have not watched the film. So I decided to read it.
I was salivating at Elizabeth’s endless supply of good food, except for the octopus she ate in Tuscany. Through reading her Italian travels, I really wished I was a foodie, and I honestly think in reading I have become so a little bit – or rather I have a deeper appreciation for a well prepared meal.
However, I really connected to her time in India the most. To make it clear, I am NOT a yoga enthuse, and the idea of spending a week, let alone 3 months, in an Ashram sounds like torture to me. I did relate to her finding balance through spirituality, and I really enjoyed her exchanges with Richard from Texas.
Elizabeth’s time in Bali gave me another place to put on my potential honeymoon destinations list, and piqued my interest in natural remedies – my drinking of Chlorophyll may have to do with this too, although I am sad that I have yet to turn into a Quarter Life Crisis Mutant Ninja Turtle.
Admittedly, I was enthralled by Elizabeth’s memoirs more than I had anticipated. I thought it was going to be a cheese romantic story, as the movie led me to believe – or more accurately, my thoughts on the movie pre watching it. As I work towards finding my own balance, the book posed some questions that forced me to sit and reflect and write it out.
I also thought, If I had the resources and ability, what would my Eat, Pray, Love be? As much as these past three years have been somewhat similar, I came up with a new itinerary called:
Eat, Dance, Discover
Why: I have heard great things about the country from people who have traveled there. I feel my life travels will be incomplete without a trip to Cartagena and Medillin. Colombia’s political situation fascinates me, and I will spend my time learning and reading about its political history to present day. I also love the Spanish language, and I find the Colombian accent to be one of the prettiest, so why not. For the Eat part of my journey: I love Colombian food, so what better reason to learn how to cook than to go to Colombia to eat and cook some of my favorite dishes?
Why: I LOVE TO DANCE, zero questions asked “to dance” is my favorite verb to do. It involves two of my favorite things, music and movement; how can you not love to dance? I have this over romanticization of Cuba, and picture the Island, specifically Old Havana, as a place of 50s Fords, Men dressed in all white, and women rolling cigars; all of this with son, salsa, reaggeton, and Cuban Hip Hop as the soundtrack. I will go back-ally to back-ally and dance in the most overcrowded halls and dance to it all, and this will be pure happiness.
Why: Since 2005, I have seen Dakar, Senegal when my 18 hour plane rides stopped in this city to refuel as a mid way point between Johannesburg and New York City. After approximately 9hrs of flight,you are awoken by cabin crew, and I normally lift my blind and see this beautiful landscape of Dakar. Honestly, landing in Dakar as the sun is about to rise is absolutely gorgeous, and for that reason I want to discover what this place has to offer. I am sure I would be in for a food treat too as I discover new spices and flavors that are not part of my daily intake. Also Senegal is rich in history, and I would love to learn more about the place, and why not pick up on another language while I’m at it?