I was sick of being a nomad. Every day I had to make the choice between work and actively experiencing the city I was in. I was staying with friends and in hotels for a few days at a time. The hotels were nice and my hosts were beyond gracious, but I was missing that element of having a "home base". The wonders of the world were flying by my eyes so quickly that they blended together.
At the same time, the thought of staying in one place wasn't appealing either. I felt like I had one foot on one boat and the other on another boat, and the boats were drifting apart.
Then I realized two things. First, that I had no obligation to do anything in particular. Just because I had been traveling for two years didn't mean that I had to keep doing it. It's my life and my path to choose.
Second, I thought back to why I became a nomad in the first place. It was because I wanted to untie myself from a single location and give myself more freedom to be wherever I wanted to be. Planning months ahead and pressuring myself to race around the globe had taken that freedom away.
The solution is simple: realize that no obligation exists. I had planned on going back to London in a few weeks, leaving a few days later for Berlin, then Ulan Bator, then Beijing, all by way of the Trans Siberian Railway. I may still do that, but I have other plans that are more exciting, and thus more likely to be chosen (hint - I'm doing a bunch of work to the RV).
This situation felt a lot like when I was about to drop out of school. I felt obligated to stay there, even though I no longer wanted to. The answer was the same: realize that it's my life and I ought to spend it however I want.
What are you doing that started out fun/interesting/rewarding but is now an imaginary obligation?
I Agree with the last poster above me 100%
You really are just full of hyperbole and "ideas" but when it comes down to it you just can't see anything through. Your need to be "famous" and inspiring is not because this is your actual calling, but rather it is because you have a big empty hole where your ACTUAL self-esteem should be. That's my diagnosis anyway. You have the potential to be an interesting guy. But so far it's just potential. Man up or remain just another irrelevant fame-seeking wannabe/also-ran.
I Agree with the last poster above me 100%
You really are just full of hyperbole and "ideas" but when it comes down to it you just can't see anything through. Your need to be "famous" and inspiring is not because this is your actual calling, but rather it is because you have a big empty hole where your ACTUAL self-esteem should be. That's my diagnosis anyway. You have the potential to e an interesting guy. But so far it's just potential. Man up or remain just another irrelevant fame-seeking wannabe/also-ran.
"What are you doing that started out fun/interesting/rewarding but is now an imaginary obligation?"
Reading your blog.
You see so little through that you set out to do in your blog posts. I realize it's your life to live, I really do.
The thing is you create certain expectations among your readers on this blog and hardly ever satisfy them. You once mentioned you'd love to make a living from blogging like Steve Pavlina - you won't they way you're carrying on right now. Heck, I don't even like Steve Pavlina but I still want to achieve a lot of the things he's achieved.
How can you hope to inspire when you're growing more and more uninspiring? It's honestly getting to the point where it difficult for me to justify setting aside the time to read your blog.
Man up and face it - you need direction in your life.
>The solution is simple: >realize that no obligation
I too think that less are the obligations and better is life, but still there are, and keeping up to your word is one of them.
More so if you want to lead and inspire.
Realize that some of your readers have agreed to be inspired by you, and set their bar higher and higher, enforcing their beliefs because "Tynan did it (or at least said he would have done!) so it can be done".
Such is the responsibility of leading.
Keep your mouth shut or climb the dip.
Or be a wanker.
"now that hes done that the focus can shift on something new and excitin"
It all depends on what your goals are. See: http://tynan.net/the-dip-and-how-to-figure-out-what-to-do-with-your-life/ . If the goal is just to feel fulfilled on some level and to never go through bouts of feeling bored or overworked, then sure, that's fine. If the goal is to be the best at something, to commit to this one special thing, make it your passion and a great achievement, then I would suck it up.
This, right here, is the dip. There is a lot of unpleasantness that one must endure in order to achieve greatness, whether that means exhaustion or just plain tedium. The obligations here are only imaginary if the goal is to always be doing what you immediately want to do. If the goal is to be the best, these obligations are very much real and very necessary.
No judgment from me, as you could certainly take either path. Just be honest with yourself about what you want.
i really appreciated this post and in response to tommy gunn, i can fully appreciate where youre coming from but at the same time i think its better this way because it results in more freedom and a more interesting life, life nomadic thus far has been a pretty exciting rollercoaster, hes had his fun, and im sure its far from over, but now that hes done that the focus can shift on something new and exciting. it keeps things fresh and i definately support it! (ps am really pumped for this RV business... great american school bus conversion round 2??) :P
Isn't this the one thing you wanted, Life Nomadic? Didn't you drop everything else so you could focus on it? You wanted to be the go-to source for that lifestyle. I'm all for doing what you want to do, but it seems like Tynan is just as confused about what he wants out of life than the readers that come here. You're constantly looking for new things that inspire you and slap you in the face and make you say "this is what I want!" Don't get me wrong, I generally like how you approach life, but it just seems like you're never sure of yourself or content. You finally hammer down and proclaim "This is what I am focusing on!" and then 3 months later find something else, drop what you were doing, and proclaim that you've found some other calling. Rinse, Repeat.
A few days ago I'd heard that my paternal grandfather, Gramps, was diagnosed with Lymphoma and was going to have some tests done to see what treatment was required. Today I woke up and found out via email that he had died. I gather that it wasn't terribly unexpected to those around him, but it took me by surprise.
He lived to be eighty-eight, which was probably a good decade over his life expectancy. When I last saw him around a year ago, he had definitely slowed down, but still had a good quality of life. I visited him and my grandmother in Palm Springs, where they were spending the winter with my aunt and uncle. He had five kids, tons of grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and had a good relationship with every one of them. He had a very good life, probably died with few if any regrets, and left all of us better off.
While there's some sadness that I'll never get to see him again, mostly I feel happy that he did have such a good life, and I feel grateful for his influence on me. In that spirit, I thought I'd share a few little stories.
As a kid, my favorite time of the year was summer, specifically the couple weeks I'd get to spend with my grandparents out in rural Vermont. My three siblings and at least six of my cousins would all come visit at the same time. By any measure I had a lot of freedom and independence as a kid, but Vermont was the pinnacle.
It all started out with myself, my fiancé, and the unborn child that I have on the way. By the way he found the perfect name for her, Summer Ava Copeland. I had just left New York to come and pursue my career in writing on Campus at Full Sail University. Now, I was determined that I could handle it all alone, but I forgot that with having my own place would come a little trouble. Courtney, my boyfriend at the time was active in my life. I heard from him daily and he didn't really fail at trying to get my attention, because he was persistent and always found some type of determination.
When we first started dating, I was living in New York with my mother and he was in his cousin's closet sleeping on a little mat. I'm not sure how he kept that up, but his drive to get a better life for himself was very interesting to me. Anyway, he called me every part of the day to see what I was doing or to Skype with me. That was my first time meeting someone online and actually meeting them, and then living together.
I left from up North with everything that I needed, my brains, money, and beauty. Not even a month down the line I started missing home (NY) and wishing that I could take a road trip back to be with my mom and sister, but that wasn't going to happen. I didn't have money to waste like that on a plane ticket.
My standards started to lower a little, before I realized that I was doing everything that I said I wouldn't do. There was a guy living in my home, I was having sex, and we were practically playing house until stuff got real. I was scared about the situation, because all that was on my mind was to not get pregnant, but that was unfortunate. Before we even knew that I was pregnant, we got hit with an eviction notice because rent was three days late.
I started having a meltdown and thought that I was going to go homeless, but my father stepped in and helped. Courtney and him went half on the rent. I felt bad, because all the money I had I was spending on the comfort of our home after a couple of weeks when I got down South. There was even a past due balance for my school that needed to be paid, before I could even come on campus. Courtney went half with my dad on paying that bill. Something about my boyfriend paying for things didn't feel right, maybe because I was being a mother to my other exes....