When I was single and lived in London, I continuously needed to feed my soul. I was lost without knowing it. I was the “walking dead” living the big city “dream”. I was sold the idea of how to live by following everyone. What I mean by it is my friends have a good job so should I. My friends go on these amazing holiday so should I.
The sad thing was I didn’t even know I was following the crowd.
I was an individual making my own way in the big city but so was everyone else.
I grew up in a small town in a small country. I read a lot and was out in nature a lot. I didn’t even know what a career was until later in my so called professional life. I didn’t know I wanted to become a manager, or director, or managing director, or any other type of nonsense that exist in a corporate world. I was sold the idea of climbing the corporate ladder.
Once I joined the world of corporate it ate me alive without me knowing it. It chewed me up and spit it out. By the time one is awoken it’s the age of the retirement. That’s when people think it’s the time to travel and see the world. I disagree. You can see the world and travel at whatever the age. You don’t have to sell your soul for the man. One of ways to get out of the rat race is to come up with the plan.
It’s amazing how many people just float in life! When my husband and I got back to London. I was shocked how no-one had a plan. What I mean by a plan is where are you going? Where is your job/current circumstance is taking you? What’s your plan for next few months/years? No-one had a clue! My husband and I made a plan to become autonomous.
We decided not work for the man neither of us. We did the first bit of our plan in London. We worked like mad. You can read it in this blog post. We are in the second phase in becoming autonomous. By the next year we will no longer work for the man. We will have (inshalla) our home in Barcelona mortgage free. We will have made some investments.
We have a dream to build a charity, work on a coding/technology platform and enjoy life building our family. That’s what I call a plan. Just going to work and coming back home day in and day out is floating. No wonder I needed to feed my soul. However, no matter what cultural thing I did an exhibition, a film, opera or theatre it would lift me up a little and then I’d be back in the same place ‘needing to feed my soul’.
The big city gives you an illusion you’ve got it all sorted.
You’ve got some money in the bank account. You can go out to fancy restaurants and bars. You can go on holiday. And one thinks to themselves “I have a great life”.
I have to be grateful for what I have. However, there’s this feeling of unfulfillment and I cannot put my finger on it. You go away for a weekend, see some friends. Rest from the city hustle but again back to the same old feeling. Go back to work, see the same people, do the same things and it repeats. Weeks, years go by and people just exist float around the city thinking they’ve got it all sorted.
To me that’s an early way to death. Life to me has to be a continuous sunshine. Jumping into the sea or pool. Having a plan and knowing where you are heading. What are you achieving by working ridiculous hours? How are you contributing to the world? I don’t know maybe it’s me who’s at fault. I got it all wrong.
My life living in the sunshine, walking in the mountains, swimming in the pool or sea, seeing eagles hunt for food is meant to be just for two weeks of your life. Maybe I am overdoing it by having it for the whole year?
I choose to LIVE not to exist.
I no longer have a feeling of ‘needing to feed my soul’… I have a husband who feeds my soul and we live in the place where your soul gets fed multiple times a day. I choose the sunshine, not working for the man and creating something better for tomorrow. We’ve got our plan and we are sticking to it. I hope you’ve got your plan.