Connection Lost: Tulum

I’m paging through Google search results about what to do in Tulum, Mexico and I am hit with this sensation that somewhere in the mix of being home for 6 years and trying to create a business I’ve lost a piece of my spirit.  That old part of me that wandered to places without knowing why or what I was doing.  It sounds harsh but it’s actually been really helpful in the sense that, like taking drugs you need time to be sober in order to still appreciate the high.  Not that I am at all a drug user or was or promote that, I’m 34 I have shit to do, I grew well out of that part of my life.  But if you stay high all the time, or are one of those people that bought a one-way to Thailand and never came back, eventually that becomes your reality.  I made a conscious decision some time ago to try and become more than a wonder smile that’s forgotten an hour after passing but someone that builds a piece of tangible life that is remembered longer than a one night bender.  It takes roots, and takes time to manifest itself into that kind of new spirit that lives on longer than a good tan.  But it’s been worth the effort so far…  

 

I still crave the far off and uncomfortable feeling of being away from home and alone.  I still know that those moments in my past where I was nowhere near the safety net of my life in the States were some of the experiences that have made me the person I am today.  Able to appreciate fear, and able to understand the perspective that fear lent to my life as a whole.  There’s something inherently invaluable about sitting alone at the end of a runway in the jungles of Costa Rica and looking down as the battery on your phone dies.  Sitting in the shade of a giant tree hoping someone lands a little plane to pick you up and bring back back home to your safety net.  I miss that feeling, but I wouldn’t appreciate that feeling if I didn’t take the time to carve out the part of my life that makes that adventure feel so unique.  And vice versa, had I never left and went out into the world I don’t know if I would appreciate how good it feels to have a home, to have a that place to find my way back to.  

 

Tulum is certainly not the craziest place a guy can get lost in, but I’m am so looking forward to pulling into a new town with nothing more than my backpack.  Walking the streets to see if my curiosity to explore is still as lit as it was before I knew how to use Social Media…  Before I had something to go home to.  I’m going to get lost, and I’m probably going to miss my flight home.  When I look down at my phone to see I’ve lost connection yet again, I’m going to be very, very happy…  Tulum, I’m coming to meet you…