Member-only story
Finding balance or lack thereof when you are a nomad, does it exist?
As I go to make my second cup of coffee, I debate whether or not I want black or the sugary crap I already had.
As well as my mind races with how much I need to do today. I have written before about my struggle with balance and the struggles of living a nomadic existence.
Two days ago, I was productive but had no social life. The past two days, I was unproductive but had the best time and met new friends.
Yet why do I sit in my bed, as my laundry is washing and stress?
I have so much content to write that it could serve as my entire year’s worth of writing and videos. Instead, I rush to edit a video because I have two more.
On top of that, I am studying how to be better at my videos and storytelling; you name it, I am learning it. That is what I do; I fill my head and then get stuck in paralysis.
I feel the need to rush all my Georgia content and write it now, do guides, because once I leave, I feel like I will forget it. I will forget how I felt standing in the town where Stalin used to vacation; I will forget how we all ran out of an abandoned building because, yes, fleas.
