Welcome to Transformation Tuesdays!
Surviving A Cross Country Road Trip
Benny (of West of Wawa) travels nearly twelve thousand miles on a bus, making her way across Canada, and she does it all in seventy-two days. That’s a lot of distance!
And while Benny survives by self-medicating with prescription meds, alcohol and hash, those aren’t exactly well-advised items for your average long-distance travel! Benny also makes pit stops and falls into the hands of nasty bad boys and in the end (plot spoiler alert!) she survives by taking stock of her life and learning valuable lessons from all the hurts that she endures; she may fall down but she gets back up again and she realises that she can choose to either travel though life and become increasingly bitter or she can take responsibility for her joy, and make the best of things.
Because often times, (in fact, it seems to me that it’s more often than not), life can be one crazy cross-country trip that never ends and there are times when one wants to scream ‘let me off this darn bus, I can’t taken this road trip any more!’
But we can’t get off (well of course we can but that’s way too dark a scenario and we don’t want even want to go there) – so we want to stick it out because we want to keep on keeping on and gosh darn it, we’d like to succeed, have some fun along the way, be loved and love, and not just have the trip be one endless stretch of lonely highway after another.
So, firstly, how does one survive a cross-country road trip of the real-life bus kind? By making sure that the way is lined with a series of small treats (and I don’t mean valium or hash or Southern Comfort!) but the solace of a good book, or a playlist of your favourite music, or a fresh pair of socks that are so soft and sweet-smelling that pulling them on feels as good as a hug.
And what about surviving life, that toughest long-distance journey of them all? My particular bag of tricks to surviving includes a lot of ceremonies and a lot of gratitude and I love to combine the two: I light candles in gratitude for a roof over my head, for a good man I was so blessed to meet, for creativity that means the world to me; creativity that I’ve been blessed to be able to share, for good friends, for neat things like knitting and watching a full moon in all her beauty, for enjoying a latte or soaking in a glorious bath, mindful that I have access to all the hot water I want when so much of the world goes without.
I’ve also come across a couple of handy tools for the emotional long-distance journey: journals are great; write it all down, the good, the bad and the downright vicious. Workshops are fantastic – we spend so much of this life believing (erroneously) that we’re the only ones to suffer this kind of human pain and therefore, connecting with others is great in helping you see that you’re not alone – life is tough for so many. Just having that kinship can be incredibly reassuring and healing.
There’s no doubt in my mind that every journey we take, be it a project close to our heart or a drive from one place to another, comes with its own unique challenges. And who knows, maybe not everything that happens to us is for the best. But we certainly can make the best of everything that happens and for me, that’s the biggest secret to surviving this long, joyful, hard, bumpy, tiring, funny cross-country road trip called life.
|About West of Wawa|
Lisa’s next blog tour stops:
What’s your biggest travel challenge? How do you transform life’s difficult moments into good ones? Do you have any gratitude rituals?