A Different Story - This American Girl

Tallinn Estonia

 

It amazes me how quiet the world becomes in the snow.

 

Tallinn Estonia

 

Like a soft blessing from the heavens hushing our words to help us hear. Masking our understanding of space and surface with a blanket of white uncertainty. Covering what we think we know in a deep yet penetrable layer. We risk breaking through and falling into a hole when we take a step forward.

 

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I wonder what I might discover beneath these fluffy white layers of silence. I wonder what holes I might fall into.

 

Tallinn Estonia

 

For three years I’ve lived the story of the backpacking beach bum. The girl who abandoned materialism, her career in marketing, her committed relationship, and everything she once thought her life was.

 

Helsinki

 

The girl who embodied freedom in every sense of the word. The girl who didn’t need clothes or reliable income or boyfriends or even other people. The girl who didn’t need anything but the freedom to explore the world.

 

Tallinn Estonia

 

Though over the last year I’ve begun to realize that freedom is much more encompassing than that. Freedom doesn’t come from abandoning, freedom comes from accepting and releasing.

 

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So once again, I made a bold decision and I flew to the Arctic. To feel the same magic that touched me at the ocean in the sunshine, in the darkest, coldest places in the world.

 

Tallinn Estonia

 

One week ago I landed here in Helsinki, Finland to begin.

 

Helsinki

 

Wearing fancy leather boots and cashmere sweaters, makeup and chunky necklaces, rolling a giant suitcase down icy pavement, eating gourmet food in elegant restaurants, meeting with companies and tourism authorities and trying to make a living, doesn’t seem at all like “me”. It doesn’t seem anything like This American Girl. It seems more like the girl I’ve written that I ran away from.

 

This American Girl

 

Though miraculously, inside I still feel like me.

 

Helsinki

 

Because if there’s one thing I learned from being that girl who booked that first ticket to Costa Rica, it’s that the more I let go of who I think I am, the more I allow myself to be who I really am.

 

Helsinki

 

I’m allowing myself to be who I am beyond the layer of egos, whether they be Camille the yoga teacher or This American Girl the nomad or any other personality that the world sometimes sees. No matter “who I am”, I am always me.

 

Helsinki

 

Some of you may recall my initial plans for this trip. I had written a story about working on a campaign and traveling with another blogger. After the first day here, I knew that plan wouldn’t work. Despite the months I spent preparing, the many Skype calls, the millions of emails, once the moment arrived, it didn’t feel right.

 

Helsinki

 

I tried to make it work for a week, but deeper within I really didn’t want it to. More important than growing my business or making money is my happiness. No matter how my ego changes, that will never change.

 

Tallinn

 

Today, I finally found the courage to admit it. I’m surrendering to what is instead of forcing this experience to follow the story I had planned.

 

Tallinn Estonia

 

I’m still sticking it out in the snow, but I’m doing it on my own. There will be no partnership. There will just be me and the wide-open possibility. A slate as blank as a fresh layer of snow.

 

Because that’s how I like to travel. And while I don’t want to deny myself a new experience, there’s no sense in denying what I already know I love.

 

Helsinki

 

After many months of planning, today feels like starting over. I find myself totally unprepared unsure in which direction to move. This time there may be snow instead of sand, but perhaps this isn’t a different story after all.

 

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Just like every story I’ve ever written, it starts with taking one step forward, out into the unknown.

 

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