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I am a divorced 45-year-old who has just recently gotten over his fear of tackling the great journey I was always meant to take... seeing the world, and specifically, I mean every corner of the globe. As far as my six-year-old self was concerned, that meant every country, every province... every city. Well, 39 years later, that seems more than a little daunting. Where did the time go? I must have been worried about not having the time... or the money, or the know-how. Somehow, I became too settled, too comfortable in my own, personal shell to take such daring notions as long-term travel seriously. Eventually, I woke up, no longer satisfied with the safe life of a boring job to pay my monthly bills and rent. I had separated from my wife (primarily my fault), and was facing a life riddled with issues of fear and anger that had been previously addressed, but never fully realized or dealt with. Up until then I had been content to live in the world of fantasy, creating my own world of high adventure and magic. I always used my love for drawing, painting, and writing to help visualize this world. There, I could be anyone I wanted to be, strong and independent, able to tackle any adversity. It was difficult to imagine my real self braving the wide open world on my own. When my eyes finally opened, it was blatantly apparent that I had no other choice. I am, after all, only me and not some hero... but I am an artist, and am anxious to visualize the real world how I see it. Now, I find myself looking back at those 6-year-old aspirations. I'm supposed to see every corner of the world. At 45, with half my life gone... we're just gonna have to see how that goes. I have recently added a proofreading and editing service on fiverr.com for anyone interested. See link below. View all posts by motherbearsjourney