Here's my latest musing from my fave site ever, Matador.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I’m not contemplating escape.
The very idea of leaving everything I know behind literally rules my every waking moment.
Some would say, “Escape from what, Misty?”
In their eyes, I have built a pretty dang brilliant life for myself – the bad-ass pirate style sailboat in Marina del Rey; I’ve pimped out a vintage 14’ solar travel trailer
and keep it down in the majestic mountains of Central Mexico; there’s
the working about a half-year on TV shows around the world and the rest
of my year spent schemin’ and dreamin’ in remote third world countries;
oh yeah, and the grassroots NGO I started over in Indonesia is a doozie of a dream as well.
Thing is, I’ve now accomplished all these things and they just
aren’t enough to satiate my constant need for the ultimate high – the
one that comes from doing outlandish shit most people just daydream
about. There’s more out there to be explored, my mind roars during all
waking (and sleeping) hours. What am I doing here in this lovely
moment, when there are trillions more of them just waiting to be
realized? It’s a twisted fate, this audacious life I lead.
“How do I possibly outdo the last venture?”
Which brings me to the current situation and the question that
surrounds it: how do I possibly outdo the last venture? It’s not that I
need to prove anything – I just need to be constantly on the make. In
order to get through the hectic days of reality TV production, I need
to be thinking to the future.
For some reason, I need to roll into a scenario and have the ability
to make it bigger. And, by bigger I mean – my life has to take a turn
from it. And, so do the lives of those in that immediate sphere. My
approach to crafting the perfect tale is all about how it streams on
down the line. That said, a real adventure is all about attitude and
when I go in with no intent whatsoever, the cards fall as they
may…usually to my advantage.
I discover a small boutique hotel on an island off the coast of Mexico and BAM! Why not create a Pilates/volunteering/cooking retreat around it?
I hear about the chance to crew on a sailboat down in the Caribbean
and BAM! Within days, I’ve torn down to Dominica via
coulda-been-a-movie-drama in Puerto Rico to spend days island-hopping
and sleeping under the stars. I write about it on The Tooth (my RTW dispatches blog) and before long a writer from the NY Times is reaching out for deets so he can feature the journey on the cover of the travel section.
I devise a plan to volunteer in a small village in Indonesia and BAM! I’ve created a bona-fide NGO
that brings incredible volunteers from all over the world to this tiny
haven at the base of a volcano on the island of Lombok. One things
begets another begets another.
My “simple” global escapades (usually hatched over a beer in a
hole-in-the-wall restaurant) turn into things much more than just a
trip – they become yarns that bring everyone with like minds one speck
closer to figuring life out. It’s as if I’m out there exploring so I
can be more than just on the cusp of the true realization of what it is
I’m meant to be. Plus, I never met a map I didn’t like…and if the urge
hits, consider it booked. No questions asked – and, probably leaving
within 48 hours.
I pull off these radical efforts with boatloads of frequent flyer
miles, small pockets of change tucked away in interest bearing savings
accounts, and a seasoned set of bloodshot eyes gazing at the computer
(searching for deals) at all hours. The off-grid places I trek to make
it easy to live cheap, drink and eat like a king and immerse myself in
the lifestyle of those who have really embraced the secret to a life
Laughing til you cry, trying new things all the time, treating
every single human being as you’d want your grandmother to be treated,
and the understanding that cash money isn’t for $400 boots you’ll never
talk about with a light in your eye – it’s for getting your spirit out
into the world and making your mark any way you can.
If you want it bad enough, and live and die by it, let’s just say –
careful what you wish for, it might come quicker than you think. My
motto is: Normal is for the next life, why not make the ordinary suffer
Author note: This article was penned whilst quaffing icy-cold Dos
Equis in a small Mexican joint in Santa Monica, Cali. – all while
crafting my next big idea, of course. And, I just made up that motto,
but it’s quite fitting, si?