I don’t know if we’ve had a premature mid-life crisis or a slightly delayed quarter-life crisis but I have decided that now is the perfect time to go travelling. This in itself is not a unique concept, I’ve yet to met anyone that didn’t want to pack it all in and explore the world, but the transition from thought to action has been triggered by the passing of my father.
My fathers life’s work was his passion, he was a prolific explorer and through his many expeditions all over the world not only did he create an amazing legacy with his celebrated work on shells for the museum, he also discovered many new species one of which he named after me – it’s tiny but very special – soon to be made into a tattoo but that’s for a future article.
He was one of the few fortunate people who got to make a hugely successful career doing what he loved and getting to adventure around the world doing it.
“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.” ― Confucius
In this way I’m not as fortunate as my father, I work with wonderful people but my job doesn’t have much cause to leave London and travelling is not an experience I want to miss out on. This may not be the best time to make huge life altering decisions, or maybe it’s the perfect time, nothing puts things into perspective like truly realising your own mortality.