There wasn’t anything that gave me a plan. I just literally set off North. With no idea of how I was going to get there. I left the comforts of Stone Island for the uncertainty of the road. No guarantees of how long it would take, or how many rides it would take to get there.
I left with very little money and was intent on arriving with less baggage than I left with. Personal baggage that is. The unimaginable task of attempting to lose all my baggage in any of the 5 deserts I needed to pass through, or the many wildernesses I would have to cross in order to reach my destination was all I wanted to achieve. I didn’t really care if my physical body was all in one piece. What was more important was that somehow out there in the desert I would face all of my worst fears, and be able to shed them on the desert floor, or leave them beside the road.
I didn’t know that was what I needed when I left that morning. I woke up knowing I needed to go. I walked as the sun came up to the embarcadero, I was leaving paradise in search of hell, the fires of which would purify my soul.
I got onto the boat alone, and arrived on the shore. I walked 3 miles and stuck out my thumb. The universe had provided me my ride to the north. Within minutes I was on my way to Tijuana 1100 miles with my ride.
The universe had a lesson for me. What is meant to happen will happen no matter how hard I try to screw it up. I was destined for the refiners fire. I couldn’t fight it. Whether I experienced it in Mexico, or on the road was my choice.
My bags were packed. I was in the semi northbound to face all my life’s worst fears, my insecurities, and my inner pains that I’d never faced in my life….
Nothing could ever hide my fear, or my dismay or utter amazement when I stumbled onto a new blog. I am an avid reader of websites,blogs, and inspiration. I’m a die hard minimalist to a fault as a result. All because of something I read that resonated with me. Inspired me. Pushed me. Challenged me. 
Into The North 