Biological Limitations and Travel Buffers

 

There was a day last Summer when I understood what it means to have biological limitations.

I was on a road trip across the US with Andi Norris and Ash Ambirge, and we were pulling in to New Orleans after spending the night driving 13 hours from Ft. Myers, Florida, which was our previous stop on the trip.

I remember that morning quite clearly because the sun was coming up along the horizon, bringing with it beautiful blues, pinks, and oranges. As I counted the colors in the sky, I was struggling, focusing all of my energy, willpower and mental strength on not falling asleep, crashing the car and killing everyone inside it.

I was exhausted in a bad way. Even with the all-nighters I pulled in college, I couldn’t remember ever feeling so tired that, despite the fact that I held the lives of three people in my hands (which were carefully positioned at 10 and 2 on the steering wheel), my eyelids continued to drift downward, tugged heavily by the increased gravity of adenosine and melatonin.

This is the kind of limitation that can be fought, but not completely beaten (yet!). I managed to get us to our destination, but as soon as we arrived, I crashed and didn’t wake up until much later that day.

The thing about biological limitations is that there can be value in fighting them, even if they exist for a reason; it’s smart to get sufficient sleep, but that doesn’t mean you should sleep while driving.

A good friend of mine from Iceland described her own combat against the biological limitations of certain emotions (jealousy, for example) as floating on – rather than swimming through – the flood of hormones and instinctual reactions. In this way she can be aware of the emotion, but isn’t forced to deal with the consequences of acting upon it irrationally. Any response to it can be logic-driven, if one is even warranted.

I make use of a similar tactic when it comes to certain emotions, especially those related to missing the people and places that I’ve been. Because of the lifestyle I lead, I’m always leaving someone or something I care about behind, and if I were to let that absence – longing for the company of these good friends or the familiar habits of a place I’ve come to think of as ‘home’ – then I wouldn’t be able to meet new friends and plant roots in new homes; my life would be one of regret, rather than one of happiness punctuated by positive change.

But it’s an imperfect system at the best of times, and because of this I’ve had to augment my strategy a bit. I have also come to realize that allowing myself to feel these emotions as fully as possible has a practical application, so long as my ‘mourning period’ is structured.

The balance I’ve found works best for me is to give myself a short period of time during which I can miss the hell out of the people and places I’m leaving and then move on. I let the emotions wash over me and take what creative insight I’m able to draw from them, and then stop, still aware of them, but rationally remembering that ‘goodbyes’ are simply ‘see you laters,’ not absolute, permanent farewells.

The time I give myself to fully experience these emotions is the time I spend in transit; on buses and planes, mostly.

For example, I’ve just arrived back in Columbia, Missouri to visit my family, and I spent about 8 hours on a plane to Chicago, followed by 8 hours on a bus to Columbia (with a handful of hours camped out on a friends’ couch in between).

That period of 21 hours sucked. Bad. I wallowed in the realization of what I was leaving behind and the sadness that came with it the whole time, making myself nearly sick to my stomach with regret and longing.

When I arrived home, I felt great.

The friends I made in Iceland are still friends, and if we’re not able to see each other every day, that just means we’ll have more stories to tell and more layers to discover in each other the next time we are able to meet up. Reykjavik, my home for 4 months, will still be there the next time I want to visit, and the changes that occur in between will allow me to be a visitor again the next time I arrive, allowing me to discover it all over again.

During my transit time, I was also able to write three short stories, illustrate a half-dozen t-shirts, and come up with a few new ideas for projects I’m working on. It’s amazing what being overwhelmed by even negative emotions can do for your creative drive (if used in moderation and channeled correctly).

The act of traveling has become my buffer in dealing with the downsides of full-time travel.

Instead of cutting out the tough parts completely, I’m using the whole buffalo, enjoying the good, learning from the bad, and embracing the emotional in order to make sure I emerge from the experience a wiser, rounder person than I was when I entered it.

Everyone deals with this kind of biological limitation differently, but what’s important at the end of the day is that you take away as much as possible from it, and are able to stave it off when you need to, just long enough to make it to your next port in the storm.

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6 comments

  1. Welcome back and thank you! Funny how things work i was wallowing in some emotional self pity, missing my friends and family etc. Thanks for the insight, it helped! 

  2. Welcome back and thank you! Funny how things work i was wallowing in some emotional self pity, missing my friends and family etc. Thanks for the insight, it helped! 

  3. Welcome back and thank you! Funny how things work i was wallowing in some emotional self pity, missing my friends and family etc. Thanks for the insight, it helped! 

  4. Hey you…I love this. And thank you. We’ve talked about some of this stuff before, and as I go through it with each new (travel) phase I enter, I think of your words and encouragement.  

    Life isn’t about not suffering or not being sad or not being lonely, but rather about having amazing experiences with amazing people and being able to love and learn from both things and jump around in joy that you met and experienced them.  A full spectrum of emotions happens.  But that doesn’t mean we need to (or are even able to) sit in one forever.  Be sad.  Then move on.  Yes.  

    Welcome back to the U.S.  See you soon.  No doubt.

  5. Just discovered your website (can’t remember how now) – what a fun adventure! I think that I tend to gravitate toward this approach to dealing with goodbyes. It’s important to let yourself miss the people and places you encounter, but indulging it too much gets in the way of really embracing where you are in the present. Welcome back to the states!

  6. It’s always interesting to go to a place and then have it timestamped because you have to leave. Then when you come back, you get to compare the differences/similarities to last time.

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