Now I can do without the wise ass comments pointing out that I can’t actually hear my voice when I write. You know what I meant, and besides, you have no idea what goes on in my head and what I actually hear.
For all you know, I could be having the most amazing conversations with my blog posts every night. That’s for me to know, and for you to never find out.
Can you tell it’s been a long week and my inner child has not only taken over control of the lap top, but is also overtired and wearing his favorite cranky pants?
I’ve slowly been working to overcome some of the overwhelming number of fears that paralyze me on a daily basis.
No, I’m not trying to recreate myself as Daredevil, The Man Without Fear, but I wouldn’t mind being a superhero. All I really want, though, is to be a little less afraid of life so I can live it to the fullest.
This week, I took a major step in vanquishing my fear of airplanes, air travel, terrorist attacks, foreigners, confined spaces, countries where people drive on the wrong side of the road, and countries where soccer is the most popular sport.
That’s right, Modern Philosophers, I finally got my passport.
Citizens of the world, prepare yourselves for the Modern Philosopher Road Show.
Hide your Snapple, lock away your chocolate, and keep a Babel Fish ready.
I don’t know where I’m going, when I’ll be there, and how long I’ll stay, but I will be venturing outside of this great nation’s borders for the first time in my life.
Sure, I’ve been to Canada, but that’s really just America’s attic. I’m talking real world travel!
I should never have allowed myself to go this long without a passport. Even if I was too afraid to get on a plane, there was no real need to ever overcome that fear since I knew I couldn’t go too far without my magical little blue book.
I don’t know if I’ll ever truly fly without fear, but at least now I can find out, right? Even if it’s an incredibly bumpy ride, it’s still better than locking myself away in the basement bunker of The House on the Hill.
The world deserves to be exposed to The Modern Philosopher, and I’ve kept it waiting far too long. The Modern Philosopher World Tour will begin soon enough.
Right after I knock off a few banks to finance my globetrotting and, of course, buy a decent piece of luggage.
If you’d like to be further entertained by my quest to rekindle the adventurous spirit of my rebellious youth, check out this week’s column on The Good Men Project. Here’s the handy link: http://goodmenproject.com/featured-content/oh-the-places-youll-go-when-fear-isnt-holding-you-back-austinhodgens-jrmk/
I’d love some suggestions for the first stamp in my passport. Of course, my heart knows where it wants to go first, but my pale skin covets a sunny destination…
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