As I sit and write this I look around me and there is very little left of my belongings. I sold most of my stuff back in June and here it is 3 months later and I’ve managed to downsize even more. I know, it’s crazy and I still can’t believe I did that. This is the story of how and why I left my life of wealth in exchange for a third world country.
What’s left to my name is 3 boxes of pictures, books and other very sentimental items. That’s it, that’s all. I’ve managed to reduce 53 years to 3 boxes. I’ve already given up so much of my materialistic life in search of freedom. I’m almost there.
This week I’ll be jetting off to Guatemala for an undetermined length of time. The million dollar question these days appears to be “How long are you going for?”. No clue. Nope. I may stay 3 months, 5 months, I may never come back.
I don’t know and, at this point, to be perfectly honest, I don’t really care. I can’t think or plan that far in the future. Nobody can. Ever. Plan all you want, things change.
Getting rid of a life of wealth for a third world country
So I was having a discussion with my son about me packing up all my stuff, donating another big chunk of it and selling a few more things. This time around, my car is on the chopping block. That’s the last big “piece” of me, my stuff. He asked how I was feeling. I have very mixed emotions.
I feel nothing, I feel overwhelmed, I feel excited, I feel scared, I feel empty.
I told him I have nothing but am leaving everything.
I have nothing left here in Sudbury, and I really don’t (independent of my one sister and my two cute little nephews). Julian is on the other side of the world, my parents are “gone”, I don’t have a job here anymore (retired back in July), and now I don’t even have a home. There is nothing for me here. Really.
Bye life…the only one I’ve known
But I am leaving everything. The only life I’ve ever known for 53 years. Familiar stores and buildings, neighbourhoods and people. The people I’ve known for a few years, many years, all my life. The place I raised my son. The grocery store I love to shop at. My car, my life, my everything. All this materialistic stuff gone. It was time for freedom.
Everything I have ever known for 53 years is being left behind so I can travel to a foreign country I’ve never been to, alone, to volunteer with people I’ve never met. 53 years of life and accumulated things, “stuff”, have been sold, donated and pitched in the garbage for an unknown future. I’ve given it all up.
I have nothing but am leaving everything. And I’m perfectly ok with it. I’m more than ok with it. I’m ready. I realized that life, my life, is not meant to be weighted down with stuff. My life is meant to be lived spreading love and joy to as many people as I can in any way I can.
With as little stuff as possible.
What’s your purpose in life? Live it. Be it. Share it.
(Update: This blog was written 3 days before [Sept 29th 2015] I flew off to Guatemala. It is now March 2018, I’m still here, still loving it and still loving life)
Peace and Love!