After last night’s post, thoughts of travelling have been continuously bouncing around my brainpan. I thought perhaps I should come up with something else to write about for tonight so as not to bore you but, after all, this is something I’m doing for myself so if this is what’s on my mind, it shall be what ends up on the page. As I suggested I might, I ended up putting together a spur-of-the-moment-adventure bag last night before I went to sleep. This was, perhaps, not the most advisable of ideas because afterwards I felt like a kid trying to fall asleep on Christmas eve.
Spur-of-the-moment-adventure bag is a bit long and cumbersome so after a bit of deliberation, I’ve decided just to call it my Nomad Bag. Given the name of my blog, and the definition of Nomad (an individual who roams about), it seems quite fitting. The definition also speaks of being a member of a people with no fixed residence and, in other circumstances, that might have an appeal. As a single dad with joint custody, it’s kind of out of the question.
While I may not be able or interested in the part referring to having no fixed residence, I certainly like the idea of roaming about and documenting my adventures. As I lay in bed last night staring up at the ceiling, I imagined how that might work. With the 50/50 shared custody schedule, it isn’t out of the range of possibilities so long as I could manage to earn a living at the same time. I could totally spend a week here at home with Kayla, tattooing and doing reflexology during the days and then spend the alternating weeks off travelling somewhere and writing about it.
The snakes would be just fine on their own for a week, however, the pups are a different story. To this, I have no answer but, for the sake of the scenario existing only in my imagination, that part can be ignored for the time being. Getting back to the aspects that I do have an answer for (or at least a thought about), I was quite happy to find that, aside from perhaps a go-pro for the sake of including a video log, I have pretty much everything I’d need.
Emptying out my Red Rock Rover Sling Pack, I managed to fit my computer, extra clothes in a roll top waterproof bag, a basic 5’x7’ tarp for emergency shelter, an emergency blanket, small pack towel, 75ft of paracord, a couple days of dehydrated food and coffee, basic toiletries (including TP), a flashlight and spare battery, a couple notebooks and pens, a battery bank/solar charger with charging cables, water bottle and cook cup with a nested wood stove, fire starting supplies, and a basic first aid kit, along with a few other small items. It may sound like a lot of stuff, especially if I went through and actually itemized everything, but the overall dimensions of the bag are 12x6x8 inches so it’s a pretty compact package well within carry on size regulations.
I’d have preferred a Maxpedition bag but in the months I’ve had the Red Rock, it’s held up extremely well and was significantly cheaper. That being said, if I were to get the opportunity to live out the travel writer on a budget fantasy, I’d probably spring for the higher quality Maxpedition. Once again, I seem to be wandering off topic though.
A lot of people will tell you that if there’s something you want, act as if you already have it coming and get yourself ready for it when it gets there. It’s called the Law of Attraction. Don’t focus on the lack, or the absence of what you desire but feel gratitude that it’s on its way to you. If you believe it enough, you will draw it to you. I’ll let you come to your own conclusion as to whether or not it works but it makes sense to me based on what I’ve learned and experienced over the years.
Either way, I can’t see any harm in applying it and it certainly feels better to live in gratitude than feeling a lack of something you desire. I’m not saying you just need to believe and things will magically happen on their own with no effort on your part, quite the opposite. It takes both belief and the actions that reflect that belief. It’s not going to be done for you, but you can certainly make it happen and the universe will help.
I’m not going to dive in head first and decide to start wishing the universe will make me the next J. Martin Troost, there’s still too much to consider on the topic, but it does make for a pleasant train of thought before bed. At the same time though, as my writings of the past few weeks have taught me, I’ll remain open to whatever comes my way and go with the flow when opportunities present themselves. I can certainly think of much worse ways to spend my days!