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A lot of my conversations recently have been based on where I've been, what I’ve been doing, and how I got there. The first two questions, I can answer in full confidence. The second one throws up a barrier in my mind because… how did I get there? Physically, I’ve lived in the same location my entire life, but mentally, I have been craving adventure since I cracked open my first Magic Treehouse book in the second grade. We could wrap it up, and give all the credit to my imagination, but there’s definitely more to it. At eleven years old, in the sixth grade, I picked up my first digital camera. Or, something that could take me places so different, so new, and so exciting. Of course, I could say the rest is history, but I would be lying. At twenty years old, in the partial freedom of college, I entertained the idea of finally being able to see somewhere vastly different from where I’d been living most of my life. This was quickly forgotten by larger and more important events happening in our world. Would my ideas ever gain any traction? They did. At twenty-one years old I boarded my first plane, took my first international flight, and fell in love. Now, I can comfortably say that the rest is history.
Without spilling the entire contents of my journal, I can sum this up in a few ideas. Being able to travel is such a privilege, and I plan on soaking up every moment. I will often say that traveling has brought me joy, which has definitely been the end result, but joyous doesn’t also mean glamorous. Or smooth. Most of my experiences have been simultaneously joyous and distressing because of the raw truth and reality of things. However, all of my joy comes from doing exactly what I’m made to do, whatever form that comes in. Have I mentioned that I’m happy you’re here? I hope you find as much joy in what you’re meant to do, whatever form it comes in. I’ll be rooting for you. - Jordan Comments are closed.
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AuthorHi there! My name's Jordan, and I'm a twenty-three
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