“It’s a dangerous business… going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
I have always felt a yearning to explore and travel. To see new things, try new things, and learn new perspectives. I was never fully able to pursue these because I was on a career path laid out in stone. Bachelors, post-grad, residency, each flowed into the next. There were always small changes in direction but little in the way of big decisions.
During this time and in my work with the public, I saw people stuck in jobs, houses, relationships and situations they didn’t like. Feeling trapped, it seemed like many felt no agency to change their circumstance, or were not hardly even aware they had accepted their lot in life. (To be sure, I am not referring to those who cannot change their situation). I imagine a hypothetical life where they went through the motions, got a job, bought a house, got married, needed to keep working to support their house and marriage, maybe accepted a job they didn’t love for financial stability. That is when inertia sets in. It can be painful and difficult break from the routine of life, and it is far easier to accept one’s fate and trudge onward.
My mind filled with these thoughts, Steph and I decided to run away for a little while.
My job as a family physician affords us freedom in working nearly anywhere in Canada with financial stability (minus the crushing debt I incurred). We were carried out of a comfortable way of life in Saskatoon, and started our work-cation. Buying a sea-can for short to long term storage of our possessions, we drove over 2000 km to Port Hardy, BC on Vancouver Island. With some stops at our parents homes and Vancouver on the way.
The trip also turned into a foray in minimalism. Everything we needed we had with us in our little Toyota Matrix, along with all the necessary camping and hiking equipment, our hobbies, and the bare minimum for clothing.
A last highlight for me was our total lack of end-game planning. We had no idea where we’d end up besides Port Hardy and Whitehorse. We didn’t even know how we were going to get to Whitehorse, but this is probably a story for the next blog. We are well into our journey now and still don’t have a settled plan for what to do next. I love the freedom and sense of adventure this instills. A lack of plan opens up the space to listen to my desires and truly pursue that which means most to me. It tears down all the excuses that keep me from truly being creative and active in deciding my future.