I sat in a lounge chair, watching the ocean slip away from the shore and I thought, “This is heaven. This is happiness.”
And I realized that I wanted this. To feel this calm and content.
I didn’t need anything else. In that moment, I was certain I could give up my writing. That I could be complete without it. That traveling could be my new passion.
I didn’t say a word to my friend. I just let that moment happen. It wasn’t a decision I made, but a decision I contemplated.
An option that never existed before in my mind.
So I let it linger there as I traveled.
And the traveling began to wear on me.
Getting pick-pocketed really rocked my center of gravity.
And the one thing that helped me make sense of it?
So those giving up moments–embrace them. They remind us that writing is a choice. An option. And deep down, a necessity.