The jobless unknown...

I've been wondering what the hardest part really is. Is it that there is an element of the unknown that causes fear or the fact that we no longer fit within the category of being employed? Is it the financial uncertainty that causes anxiety or is it just the lack of certainty?

It seems we have been bread to feed off knowing details. Once that is take away we experience a sense of loss and we are left feeling unsure. Funny how freedom should make us come alive yet it makes us crave the life of "norm" we had before. Most of us can be honest enough to know that the freedom will lead to adventure and awakening, yet we wobble and wonder if happiness is ever coming. Would it be too much to ask that we linger in the unknown with hopes of finding ourselves, or is that idea too scary?

My last post was about our first stop on this journey. We are in one of the most beautiful parts of Cape Town. Unless we embrace it with a sense of awe, I fear we will rob ourselves of the wonder it holds. So here's to another day of not knowing. Cheers to knew beginnings. Cheers to being jobless.