Here I am drinking a green smoothie and listening to Radiohead. It’s 8:32AM. Our cat Pip sleeps curled up on the other computer chair in my office. He thinks he owns the place. Faint light breaks through last night’s storm clouds and peeks through the blinds. “You got some nerve, coming here,” says Thom.
Sarah’s gone to work. It’s her birthday, but she’s staring at another 12-hour workday. The last two months have been brutal for her. I sprinkle work throughout the day in between dashes of yardwork and errands and exercise. Working from home has only made the discrepancy between us more obvious.
I turned 31 this month, but July has been youthening. I’ve been recharging in my hermitage, spending my days in the visual equivalent of a back float on placid water.
But I have this niggling sense that I should be doing more. That my approach to Traveling Savage – lest I forget this is a start-up – is inherently lazy or ill-informed. Shouldn’t I be grinding from dawn to dusk? Shouldn’t I be pulling out my hair because there aren’t enough hours in the day? Or is that just some Hollywood nonsense, some old way thinking? Catholic guilt?
Working smart rather than working hard has generally been my approach to life. Then again if rationalizing were an Olympic event I think I’d be a gold medalist. This is an odd place to be: I’m free of the eight-to-whatever grind, and I cherish the freedom and space, but my other half still whirls in that pool.
I think it’s about the “feeling” of this work. Working on Traveling Savage and traveling to Scotland sure doesn’t feel like work. This seems like an appropriate moment to quote Mark Twain: “The secret to success is to make your vocation your vacation.”
Oooh, The Tourist just came on.
Plans & Happenings
Last month I vowed to kick off the planning of my next trip to Scotland, and so I have. I fly out of Milwaukee on August 30 and return from Glasgow on September 20. This three-week trip will have me visiting some of Scotland’s Inner Hebrides, including the isles of Arran, Islay, and Mull. I am beyond excited to finally visit the Mecca of smoky single malt whisky (Islay) and the wildlife paradise that is Mull. I spent a couple nights on Arran back in 2006 and absolutely loved it. I’ll conclude the trip with a three-night stint in Glasgow and, hopefully, a meeting with the ever-hilarious Mike Sowden.
I’m in the process of nailing down car rentals, ferries, and accommodations now, and I’ve got several inquiries out to distilleries. I’ll be doing more research in the coming weeks to ensure many full and vibrant days, so please let me know if you have recommendations for things to do and see on these islands. In the meantime I’ve still got loads of posts to share with you from my previous two trips to Scotland this year.
San Francisco is once more in my plans. I’m heading there in early October to visit my brother and his fiancé and to reconnect with some bloggers I met in Vancouver. Speaking of Vancouver, I met Lisa Lubin of LLWorldTour there. She’s the Chicago host of Meet, Plan, Go, the nation’s largest career break movement, and after talking with her I’ve agreed to be part of the panel at this October’s event.
I’ve got a couple balls in the air on the project front. Simon of Never Ending Voyage and I are working through a couple app ideas hatched in Vancouver. I can’t say much about them now, but there’s potential for some really cool, useful weapons for your travel arsenal. I’m also in the conception phase of an ebook that would blend a couple of styles of posts you see here on Traveling Savage. More info to come!
A good friend I met in Scotland said she knew what she wanted from her career, so she wrote a post declaring her intent – she shouted it to the world – and by luck or chance or karma it’s now likely to come true. I haven’t figured out what I want to shout yet. Have you?