In the summer of 2016, I found myself in a strange and surreal place in my life. I had just experienced the crumbling of my first serious, long-term relationship, I had just graduated college, and I had a grand total of zero jobs lined up. For the first time in my life, I had nowhere to be and nothing to do. A perfect pocket of nothing.
With no real plan, I took a trip (my first alone) to the Pacific Northwest. Despite being in the midst of my first major heartbreak and not having a clue what I wanted to do for a living, this trip would prove to be a turning point for me.
I wouldn’t have said this at the time, but looking back, it was one of my favorite periods of my life.
The experience of making my own way while traveling solo combined with the therapeutic wilderness that I found myself falling in love with, was the exact thing I needed at that exact moment in time.
Ever since, I’ve been trying to bottle more of that feeling. Recapture the independence, adventure, and peace that I had stumbled onto. From a complete lack of direction I found purpose, and I think that is something worth sharing.
This is as much a letter to myself as it is a letter to anyone reading. We all have to sometimes do things out of necessity. Study hard, work a full time job, pay the bills. I would encourage everyone who is reading this to find at least one thing they can do for themselves and do it without apology. A photography business, pursuing art, learning an instrument, traveling, starting a blog. It really doesn’t matter what it is as long as you make it your own. Don’t let your job define you and don’t try to rationalize a life you’re unhappy with.
Simply put, The Uncharted Heart is a testament to exploring and discovery, both inward and out.
“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…”
-Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go
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