Into the Wild
One of the interesting things about travelling a lot is that you become accountable to no one.
If you want to eat ice cream for dinner, no one cares. If you decide to stay inside for an entire weekend, go right ahead. If you decide to give money to street kids, no one will look twice.
Which is all very liberating, in an Into the Wild kind of way.
I often craved this lack of attention back in Sydney.
I wanted to know what it would be like to not have an event which I was obligated to go to on a Friday or Saturday night. What would I do? What would it be like if I could sleep in on a workday? Would I? Would I collapse into a heap without the discipline of a life surrounded by people I knew — or would I flourish in it?
And so given this, I have been watching what I have been doing in my so-called non-accountable life with interest.
Firstly, it would appear that rather than ice cream, I LOVE vegetable-only meals. I also like to grab any opportunity to go swimming. And in my free time you can find me hanging out in a café, reading and writing.
(And maybe, as I am now, enjoying a thunderstorm.)
It will come as no surprise to my former long-suffering work colleagues that I do now take the opportunity to sleep in on weekdays.
But I also usually work on weekends.
And so in essence, my two lives — during and post-accountability — are remarkably similar.
Except that in this life, I am often reminded of what is the final thought of Into the Wild: “Happiness is only real when shared.”