Once you crest 50 years old, life becomes very different.
My children are grown, they leave home, perhaps your spouse has gone out of your life.
You find yourself wondering, what is it that matters anymore?
You spent most of your time raising children, taking care of them, going to work, to earn
a living, to buy a home, or make a car payment, and keep the kids clothed and happy.
Suddenly they're gone, and you're left with just you and life.
So I went on a journey, I quit my job, gave up my place to live, hopped into my car, and
decided to drive across the west coast.
The ocean was nice, walking along the beach, the wind, the sound of the waves.
Soothing when you're looking within yourself, trying to find out who and what you are anymore.
Mostly I think what I realized was that I am more of an introvert than an extrovert at
my age.
Ultimately it comes down to can I die in peace.
I think after the trip that I took, the walks in the woods, the soul searching I did, that
I can die feeling okay about my life, and I'm definitely okay about the people I love.
I wasn't sure initially, but time alone walking and thinking made me realize that the simple
fact that I love them is something that's going to carry me to my grave.
When I die I don't feel like I will have any regrets at this point, but that's a little
wisdom about my soul searching.
Hopefully when you take off one day and you do your own you will find the answers that
you need.
So when you take your trip, open your mind to the possibilities.
Open your heart, open your life to what could be, because sometimes what is isn't enough,
and all we truly have is humans' hope, and with a little luck maybe I've given you some.
Take care.
