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I grew up in a traveling family. While we didn't exactlylive on the road, my folks made it a point to take the four of us kiddies onseveral vacations each year. All of us learned that the world was a pretty bigplace, that there were lots to see and do, and that no two beaches, cities ormountains are alike - even if they are on the same side of the continent. Rather than asking, "how are your folks?" friendswill inquire, "... so exactly whereare your parents this week?" To this very day, we all travel whenever- and wherever- we get the chance.There is something about travel that just gets into one's DNA.Wanderlust is a true force of nature. Look into the eyes of a life-long traveler,and you'll notice something different - a kind of knowing, mischievous sparklethat seems to say, "I have a plan... I have a map... I have tickets...I've eaten scary things in unusual places - and I'll be doing it againsoon!" I can already see the bug growing in Cai, who's spent a fairamount of time on the road already. Though he asks "are we thereyet?" over and over again, it feels more in the spirit of play than theenergy of "get me outta this car already!" Traveling with the family is one thing. Traveling with oneor two close friends is another. Traveling alone for work is something elseentirely - and it's relatively new terrain for me...Back in April I "auditioned" for a trainingposition with the organization I did my coaching studies with - CTI- the Coaches Training Institute. I got the job, which in itself is thefulfillment of a dream I've had for many years. (All of this is rich fodder formore stories later on...) The work involves quite a bit of travel, which Icertainly enjoy. The nature of that travel, though, is a little different.Basically, it's me and my carry-on flying in on Thursday, co-leading a weekendcourse, thenand then flying home on Sunday evening. It's the daily "howwas your day - I love you - I miss you - goodnight" phone call kind oftravel...Hmmm... What to do..? I wanted to be very conscious aboutwhat I was choosing...There's the work itself - teaching CoActive Coaching, whichI think is some of the greatest stuff since the invention of trees. (Mexicanfood is also in the top ten, just in case you were wondering...) There'svisiting friends whom I wish I could see more often. There's rubbing elbows andworking with folks I've looked up to for years. There's the thrill of meetingnew people and witnessing their growth. There's the pure, child-like joy ofhaving my nose glued to an airplane window, watching the world go by from sixmiles up... ...And then there is the sting of leaving Cai and Danielleback home, wishing they were looking out the same window, watching the world goby...I went back and forth in my thinking (and feeling) about allthis well in advance of jumping in. I listened to my head, felt my gut. Then Ilistened to my gut and felt my head. I thought, "what message does me -running off for days at a time - chasing my dream - send to my son? Is thisgoing to mess him up?" Then I thought, "what message does denying mydream send to my son? That's sure to mess him up..." I sat and I thought and I thought and I sat. Then I did allover again...One truth is that the realization of this particular dreamcarries with it a real mixed bag of emotions. For all the wonder andsatisfaction, it hurts to walk out the door. Another truth is that there are a whole lot of folks outthere who have left dreams on doorsteps, in attics, on napkins in coffee shops,on ledgers hidden in piano benches... The thought of that kind of pain makeswalking out the door - however much it hurts - seem like an encouraging, gentlepat on the back.I've revisited my wanderlust many times in many contexts.It's real. ...And it still includes my little family. I'll be hitting the road for CTIbeginning in July. I'll be doing work I love, leaving people I love in order todo it. While I'm away I'll miss them - and I'll love them from a distance. WhenI get home I'll still love them. I have it on authority that they will continueto love me.I'll be collecting those frequent flier miles and settingthem aside for journeys with Cai and Danielle. We're planning on taking someawesome trips together...
Wanderlust,Revisted,grew,trave