“To travel is to take a journey into yourself.”
It’s been roughly a week since I began my six-month overseas journey (give or take a day… the time zones make it hard to keep track) so that means it’s about time that I start documenting and sharing my travels. It’s been a wonderful first week, although relatively uneventful, which is generally a good thing when it comes to international travel.
I set off on Sunday from Chicago, ready for 30+ hours of travel time. Fortunately for me, I had accumulated enough miles for a business class ticket (and I got one for a relative steal) so the journey was entirely comfortable. I slept most of the 13 hour flight to Tokyo and the 6 hour flight to Bangkok (yes, I am a champion sleeper), so I arrived relatively refreshed and ready to do a little bit of wandering around Sanur after arrival in Denpasar. Upon arrival, I was not surprised to see that the Denpasar airport was a zoo with hundreds of drivers waiting to collect their fares. Fortunately I had pre-arranged a driver who told me it would be easiest to meet a bit past the chaos, so getting out of the airport was relatively stress-free.
My driver, Eka, took me to my homestay–a small collection of rooms with an open air common area and a small pool, tucked away in an alley off the main drag. It was a modest, but comfortable place, and the hosts were delightful. After freshening up a bit, I went to explore Sanur beach and have a bit of dinner. To get there, I had to cross the main drag, which it turned out was an adventure in and of itself. While there are pedestrian signals, they don’t seem to mean much, and it was a bit of a game of frogger, but I made it across safely. Once there, I enjoyed a simple local meal of fish, rice, and soup at a small warung recommended by the owner of my homestay. Delicious, but the soup was too spicy for me. After wiping my hand across my mouth, I thought I had numbed my lips with Deet only to remember I was wearing no bug spray–just the natural effects of the chilis! I checked out Sanur beach and walked around a bit before tackling the return trip across the road and relaxing for the rest of the evening.
My humble but comfortable homestay in Sanur
Dinner and exploring on Sanur beach
In the morning before I headed out for Nusa Lembongan, my hosts offered me breakfast, and I opted for some banana pancakes that it seems are very popular here in Bali. More of a crepe than a pancake, they contain fresh banana and appear to be fried in oil in a cast iron skillet, giving them a char that reminded me of the Chapati we had in Uganda (although made of much thinner batter). Delicious! Then in the early afternoon I headed off to Nusa Lembongan, my home for the next month, and the location of my IDC (instructor development course).
Getting to the island requires taking a speedboat from Sanur beach, which has no harbor so it is necessary to wade to the boat. Fortunately the waves were small and we were able to board easily. But the tide was low and arriving in Nusa Lembongan was another story! The boat captain took about 40 minutes to maneuver through the shallow waters to get us close enough to disembark. We finally made it, though, and I was dropped at the homestay where I had booked my first two nights–or so I thought. As it turned out, the homestay was roughly 300 meters from the main road through an alley. No problem if you’re not dragging two large bags. But eventually a gentleman came to my aid and I made it. The hostess, a lovely and welcoming woman, invited me to sit on a chair on the beach while they prepared my room. Only after I got up did I realize I had a friend lounging below me. Dogs seem to be everywhere on the island, and they seem to keep hanging out by me. Perhaps they can tell I miss Ernie!
I headed over to the dive shop where I met a few people and had dinner before collapsing back at my homestay. I hadn’t planned to dive the next morning, but I hadn’t adjusted to the time and woke up at 5 AM, so I couldn’t resist! Fortunately for me, the owners of the homestay made me a banana pancake before I headed out. Nothing beats a beachfront breakfast!
I headed out to the dive shop for two dives. The diving on Nusa Lembongan is mostly drift diving and is quite lovely. The first site we visited was Manta Point. And unlike most dive sites where naming the site seems to scare away it’s namesake (I’ve yet to see any sharks at a site with “shark” in the name, or turtles at a site with “turtle” in the name, etc.), this one is aptly named. The mantas like the area because the currents bring in a great deal of plankton. That means less visibility, but it’s worth it to see these beautiful and graceful creatures. Although I’d seen them before, it had been some time, and somehow I had forgotten how awe-inspiring they are. For our second dive, we visited Crystal Bay, where the visibility was higher and the corals more abundant. I was pleased to see how healthy and teeming with life the reef was.
Because it was just one day of diving, I left my large bulky camera back and opted to just carry my small point and shoot. Most of the shots I got were not great, especially of the mantas. (Relatively poor visibility means you have to be really close to get a decent photo, and we didn’t get super close.) But I still can’t resist sharing one manta photo, since they’re such beautiful creatures. You can’t get a sense of the size from the photo, but this was a relatively small one. We did see one big guy–probably 12-15 feet long. And while these pictures aren’t the best I’ve taken, you can get a sense of the healthy marine life from the rest of them. And no, the third photo isn’t just coral. Can you spot the fish? (I believe it’s a scorpionfish, although I don’t have my ID books with me.) I just love seeing how some sea creatures have evolved to blend in with their surroundings.
The following day, I started my IDC study period. The first segment is made up of largely classroom and pool work, so it will be awhile before I’m back in the sea. The first few days have been theory study days, so there isn’t much exciting to report. I did take part in the weekly Friday night party, where I got to see the new divemaster trainees’ “snorkel test.” Not the 800m snorkel test in the water, but a different kind of snorkel test that involves drinking through a snorkel in costume. It was quite entertaining, and the party was a lot of fun.
I’ve also moved into a new homestay, where I’ll stay for the remainder of my time in Nusa Lembongan. The owner, Ketut, is very friendly and welcoming, and keeps a lovely, lush garden, which makes for a welcoming home. He also offered to teach me Indonesian, and after suggesting he teach me 3-5 words every day, he prattled off about 60. Hopefully eventually I’ll absorb some of them. He likes to chat, so hopefully at least some learning is inevitable!
Overall, the trip is off to a great start. The people on the island are extremely friendly, and it’s a safe, relatively comfortable place. I am looking forward to spending the next month getting to know this place.
Location: Nusa Lembongan, Bali, Indonesia
Date: June 22, 2017
Max. Depth: 75 feet
Total Bottom Time: 99 minutes
Dive Sites: Manta Point, Crystal Bay
“May God continue the unity of our country as the railroad unites the two great oceans of the world.”
-inscribed on the Golden Spike, Promontory Point, 1869
Today is the day. The day I leave you to set off on an adventure around the world, to see what else is out there. And although I’ve left you before, it’s never been quite like this. This trip is the longest, has the most destinations, and is marked with the most uncertainty since I’m not exactly where what or where I’ll be coming back to at the end of it.
True, we’ve had some hard times recently. I’ve seen a divisiveness at home that makes my heart ache and brings tears to my eyes on a regular basis. I’ve seen people do some unconscionable things and been hit with the staunch reality of how far we still have to go. And hopefully when I come back, you’ll have come a little farther, and we can continue to press on together. Maybe I can even help.
But this letter is not about the challenges that have recently come to pass. On a recent trip to the Bahamas, someone asked me what I’d miss the most while I was gone. I wasn’t able to answer immediately–before leaving I was so filled with excitement for my new adventure and so overcome with all the work I had to do in preparation that I hadn’t really stopped to think about it.
Of course, I will miss my family and friends. That’s the obvious part. I have so many amazing people in my life who are supporting me on this great adventure. But my parents (as well as some friends) are coming to visit me at some point, and the reality is I have friends spread across the US (and the world) who I don’t see on a regular basis anyway. Plus, thanks to the internet, no one is ever too far away. So I wanted to look beyond that at you, my home, and think about the other things.
So without further ado, here are the things about you that I will miss. Some are shallow or mundane, others less so, but I think I’ve taken them all for granted.
- Ernie: I can’t say much more without crying. I miss him already.
- Being able to get pretty much anything, anytime: Hungry? Have food delivered. Something that can’t be delivered? Hop in the car and you can probably get it. Not nearby? Go on Amazon and get it the next day. We are so spoiled. And on that note…
- Hopping in the car and running a quick errand: I know, in Chicago it’s less quick, but still… It’s not going to be so easy to get around where I have no car and don’t speak the language. And no Target to go get whatever I need…
- Blue Steel (my car): There is simply nothing like riding through the country with the top down on a summer day.
- Live Theater: One of my favorite releases, and it’s hard to believe I’m going to miss so many amazing shows.
- Blow Dryers (and a climate that makes them useful): This is so superficial, but it’s true. Even the most adventurous among us, and those of us who give the fewest f—s sometimes feel like doing our hair and looking pretty. My hair is going to be a massive ball of frizz for the next year. And I’ve learned in the tropics that even if you blow dry your hair, it’s more or less a futile exercise.
- Good Old Midwestern Food: OK, back to some more mundane things. I know that I will eat and eat well all over the world. But I’ll be missing that late August midwestern sweet corn, frozen custard, Wisconsin cheese, grass-fed steak, and a plethora of other things that just don’t seem to be the same anywhere else.
- Variety of food: It’s not just the specific food you offer that I’ll miss, but also the fact that I can get just about anything my heart desires. It’s pretty awesome.
- The Seasons: Ask me if I still feel this way when I step off the plane in December.
- Reliable Air Conditioning: This is one I’ll get used to, but I’ll still be on a hunt for a room with a breeze.
- Ready Access to Internet: Another double-edged coin, I am going to be in some places where it will be tough to get in touch. This will make some logistics annoying as well as be tough in the times I’m homesick. But again, a little liberating too…
- My Clothes: Another superficial one, but it’s going to be an adjustment to have basically 4 things to choose from every morning. (At the same time, maybe this will be a little liberating.)
- Being Able to Wear Whatever I Damned Well Please: Related, and it seems superficial, but it’s about more than that. Women have a long way to go in America, but at least if I want to walk around in a bikini, I have the right to do that. No one is going to tell me I’d better cover my shoulders or wear pants or a knee-length skirt. I respect the customs of other countries and locations and will cover my shoulders and legs where required, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be happy about it. (Plus, it’s going to be HOT.) And yes, I realize there remain problems at home relating to body shaming, slut shaming, fat shaming, etc., but the bottom line is no one’s getting arrested for having bare shoulders or knees–we’re better off than some areas of the world.
- Unlimited access to fresh, clean, hot water: Some of the places I’ll have fresh and hot water. Others it may not be hot. Some places even the water from the taps may be brackish. But regardless, it is a precious commodity. Home, you give me the ability to take a wholly unnecessary soak in a giant tub of water, and all of us who live there are so fortunate for that. We take it for granted. (As an aside, there is a great book, Tropical Fish in which a young woman from Uganda describes her first bath. I highly recommend it as it will give you a perspective on how ridiculous and amazing a bath seems in some areas of the world.)
- Cleanliness, Generally: Although far from perfect and there’s a lot of work to do, the air, water, and land at home remain cleaner than many other areas of the world. Please, I implore you, keep it that way, and make it even better.
- Purple mountains majesty, and the rest of it from sea to shining sea: Living there, I often fail to recognize how beautiful the American landscape is. We have so many national treasures. I leave without having explored anywhere close to all of them, but that leaves me a lot to do on return. Please treasure them and keep them safe for my return.
- Diversity: I’ve met so many people from all walks of life without ever having to leave my country. I’ve learned from all of them. Not just diversity of background, but diversity of thoughts and ideas. It’s what drives us all crazy sometimes, but it’s also one thing that makes you great. I’m sad to see not everyone appreciates that diversity. I hope when I’m gone, some of the wounds can be mended, and people realize how your diversity is one of your greatest assets.
- Your Inspirational History: As I prepared to leave, I flipped through my freshly-renewed passport and the quotations that adorned the pages. (I’d encourage everyone to do that. That was the source for the quote that started this blog.) I continue to marvel at what the founding fathers did, and I hope you continue to work to live up to the promise of the great American experiment.
This list isn’t comprehensive, and I’m sure there will be other things I miss as I’m away for longer. But even though there are some things I won’t miss, and you’ve sometimes broken my heart and made me cry, you are my home. And when it’s time to find home, I know the way.
We set a course to find
A brand new island everywhere we roam
We keep our island in our mind
And when it’s time to find home
We know the way
-“We Know the Way” from Moana, lyrics by Lin-Manuel Miranda
See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me
And no one knows, how far it goes
If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I’ll know
If I go there’s just no telling how far I’ll go
-“How Far I’ll Go” from Moana, lyrics by Lin-Manuel Miranda
Today marked both an end and a beginning. It was my last day at my law firm. My last day as a real lawyer. And to invoke an old (but in this case very apt) cliché, the first day of the rest of my life.
It was a bittersweet day. I said goodbye to colleagues, friends, acquaintances, and even adversaries whom I’ve grown to really enjoy talking to and spending time with in recent years. I certainly hope and expect to keep in touch with many of them, but it’s unrealistic to expect that will be true of everyone, so in a way it’s a sad day.
I certainly felt a mix of emotions as I sent my farewell email, cleared out my belongings, turned over my computer, and left the office for the last time. It was made a bit less dramatic by the fact that most people had left the office early, leaving fewer faces to say goodbye to, so I didn’t get teary-eyed or weepy. (At least for now… that’s likely still to come at the happy hour celebration we’re scheduling a few weeks out.) I still felt, however, just about every emotion I could imagine: sad, joyous, relieved, excited, grateful, determined…. But as I rode down the elevator it struck me that a single emotion was remarkable in its absence: fear. I was not the least bit afraid that I was making a mistake or that I will fail in my new endeavor.
Certainly that may still be to come. But at least for now, I have this remarkable feeling that whatever I do, I am absolutely certain it is for the best. I have not a single doubt that it is the right decision for me–not an ounce of fear of what lies in store. Because the reality is that I can never know how far I can go toward my dreams unless I actually leave. In that sense, I feel there is really nothing to fear.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve had a hard time answering questions to the satisfaction of either myself or those asking them. A lot of people at work have asked (always with excited curiosity and never judgment) questions like “What kind of job will you have?” “Where will you work?” “Where will you live?” “What exactly do you mean by marine conservation?” The true and most accurate answer at this moment in time is I don’t really know. But the lawyer in me still doesn’t allow me to give that as an answer and most often I stumble through some attempt to portray some of the (many) ideas in my head. I could work for a non-profit. I could work for the U.S. government (well, not really at the moment, but that’s a whole other blog…). I could work with foreign governments. I could live in DC working directly on federal government policy. I could live abroad on some idyllic tropical island. I could focus on coral conservation, overfishing, endangered marine life, effects of climate change… The possibilities really are endless. And paradoxically, it is that uncertainty that rids me of fear–it makes me realize that regardless of what I actually end up doing, I know I will do something that will effect change. What exactly? I won’t know until I try.
You may or may not have noticed that I’ve opened up every blog post with a quote–something that inspires me, motivates me, or reflects my thoughts. Since I started this, I knew that for one important post I would use my favorite line from Moana. Now I’m usually not much for cartoon movies, but I used my god-daughter Parker as an excuse to see it because the lyrics and music were written by Lin-Manuel Miranda. But the movie ended up resonating with me. Moana has to leave the comfort and safety of her island for the unknown in order to do what she is made to do. (And if I ever take one of those silly “which Disney princess are you” quizzes, she’d BETTER be it.)
When I watched the movie I felt as though the song could’ve been written for me–it expressed perfectly how I was drawn to the ocean. I thought I’d probably use it when I set sail across the world, but upon reflecting on this post, it seemed truly perfect for my exodus from my legal career. “If I go there’s just no telling how far I go.” For me, more importantly, unless I go there’s just no telling how far I’ll go. As I stare out into the unknown and prepare to take the leap, I won’t know where I’ll land unless my feet leave the ground. I can’t know how far I can go in this world unless I actually go. Unless I leave my comfortable career and embark on something new. Unless I leave my island and set out toward worlds unknown.
And so I go.
There’s a moon in the sky and the wind is behind me
Soon I’ll know how far I’ll go
-“How Far I’ll Go (Reprise)” from Moana, lyrics by Lin-Manuel Miranda
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
My parents, cousin Holly, and I just returned from a fabulous week in Small Hope Bay in Andros Island, Bahamas. It was the second visit for both Holly and me, and the first for my parents. It was just as wonderful as I remembered, with fantastic diving, relaxation, weather, and above all, people. This is one of my favorite places to visit, with an incredible atmosphere where everyone truly makes you feel like family. Holly and I had a wonderful time reconnecting with the friends on staff we made on our last visit, and all of us made new friendships with staff and guests alike.
My parents and I arrived on a Friday, and immediately were welcomed with the same reception I had remembered from my first visit. And, despite a hurricane in October, the scenery was just as beautiful as always.
We just missed the humpback whale they’d seen on the dives that morning (so unusual in this area!), but of course, I hoped into the water to dive as soon as possible the next morning. Humpback or not, the diving was just as enjoyable as ever. That afternoon, my parents tested the waters with a discover scuba course around the dock. I decided to join them, and nearly as soon as we submerged in the water, we were welcomed by a curious dolphin who swam around and checked us out during the entire dive.
Holly joined us that evening, and the next day the two of us began our week of diving just as much as we possibly could. And what a week it was. Some highlights were a huge spotted eagle ray, a hawksbill turtle, more fish than you could possibly count, and healthy, beautiful reefs. And as a first for both me and Holly, we dove “over the wall”–a dive that involves descending over a vertical wall to a small “beach” about 180 feet below the surface. While on previous trips, I never would have imagined going below the PADI-recommended 140 feet on a dive, Small Hope has run this dive for many years (since before PADI existed I believe) without incident. I knew Jeff, Fede, and the rest of the team would never allow us to do it if it wasn’t safe, and sure enough, I was able to complete the dive well within my computer’s limits by staying only about 3 minutes at 180 (which is consistent with the Navy’s tables). I definitely enjoyed getting “narced” for the first time, but the experience of floating down into the depths is even better and is something that is unparalleled and unusual. Other highlights of the diving were the Blue Hole, the Marion, Bommies, and Brad’s Mountain, all of which made for great photo ops (along with many others). Overall, the diving was fantastic. Here are a few of my favorite underwater shots (or click here for the full gallery). I don’t have any from the “over the wall” dive as I decided the safest course of action was to dive without the distraction of my camera.
The dive crew was great as ever. As Holly had a good time “slaying Os” with Dennis and Tony and striking a pose with Terran. We had so much fun diving all week with these three, Fede, Brie, Jay, Marco, and Catharina, as well as the guests who were there during our visit. It seemed to be the week of women, with a majority of women making up the dive boat almost every day! A great time was had by all, and along with great diving, there were lots of laughs had–both underwater and on the dive boat.
Another cool thing to see was how much Small Hope’s coral nursery has grown since our last visit. On PVC pipes, Small Hope has hung pieces of Staghorn coral. When Holly and I visited in August, they were only small pieces, but they’ve now grown and will soon be transplanted to the reef as part of Small Hope’s coral conservation efforts. On two of our dives, guests helped clean the coral trees. Sadly I couldn’t manage cleaning while handling my camera, but I did manage to document their efforts! On my next visit I will have to leave the camera behind and help out.
And of course, it wasn’t just the diving that made our trip enjoyable. At a great Bahamian night, Jay and his band rocked the house while another guest known as “margarita John” treated us all to his special concoctions. All week there was fun, dancing, and games, including Bahamian domino lessons. We also took an afternoon off to visit the Androsia batik factory and Fresh Creek.
Overall, this visit to Small Hope (aside from being fun and relaxing) reminded me of why I love the dive community. Wherever I go, I find the most relaxed, laid-back, friendly people on earth. Everyone has a story to tell, whether it be of some faraway place, some hilarious person, or just a fabulous dive. I have found that divers are eager to get to know strangers and make new friends with anyone–whether they be from a similar or very different background than their own. This tends to be true of the best dive destinations–not only the staff but also those who frequently them–whether it be divers, fishermen, nature lovers, or people who just love to be around the sea. At a time when so many people seem to be afraid or skeptical of those who are different, it is refreshing to be among people who will welcome everyone with a smile, a handshake, and even a hug. Nowhere is this more true than Small Hope Bay.
As I watched the final sunset and sunrise of this trip, I knew we’d all be back.
Location: Small Hope Bay, Andros Island, Bahamas
Dates: March 10-20, 2017
Max. Depth: 179 feet
Total Bottom Time: 1,051 minutes
Dive Sites: Fisherman’s Wall, Aquarium, Dana’s Delight, The Plaza, Brad’s Mountain, Cara’s Cavern, Peter’s Mystery Shallows/Klein’s, Blue Hole, Jeff’s Ladder, The Marion, Sea Turtle Ridge, The Barge, Top of the Wall, Helen’s Hideout, Over the Wall, Bommies
“Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.”
When I was a little girl, I adored the tunnel at O’Hare leading from the B gates to the C gates in Terminal 1. When my mom was a flight attendant, we would go through the tunnel to get to flight attendant operations whenever we were at the airport, and my dad and I would wait in the crew lounge while my mom checked the (then physical) bulletin board for trades and other communications, and entered her bids on the crew computers. When we were visiting, it was usually because we were getting ready to sit and wait for our names to be called for a stand-by seat on the plane.
So many fond memories started or ended in that tunnel. We nearly always walked through that tunnel at least once on each trip–I was either starting our for or returning from some other city or even country, where I was soaking up the different sights, sounds, people, and experiences. Those rainbow lights and Gerschwin’s Rhapsody in Blue that accompanied them became a magical portal to and from some other world. Every time I walked through, my head would be filled with visions of excitement and adventure.
But as I grew up and I started traveling for work, my reaction to that tunnel changed. I passed through it far more than I ever had as a child, but it was no longer associated with excitement and anticipation of the world I was about to explore–it became a symbol for stress, anxiety, and exhaustion. Rather than let myself be swept up in the twinkling music or the rainbow lights, I would put my head down and walk hurriedly along, focusing on the clank of my heels along the moving walkways rather than the magical music. I felt as though I was a cog in the machine, yet another person rushing from one destination to another, unable to enjoy the journey along the way.
This past week I took the my first business trip since telling work of my new adventure. Now, ever since I gave them this news, I keep waiting for the anxiety of this big impending change to set in. I keep thinking that at some point, someone is going to look at me like I’m crazy and trigger a seed of doubt in my brain that I just might be. I keep waiting to be hit with a wall of fear that I am giving up security for uncertainty. It may come at some point, but it still hasn’t. And as I returned from this latest (and nearly last) business trip, walking through the tunnel after my delayed flight from Newark landed at the far end of the C-gates, I felt the opposite of anxiety. I looked up at the rainbow lights and allowed myself to be surrounded by the song that I had once associated with excitement and adventure. I couldn’t help but smile. It once again served as a reminder that the world is massive and there is so much yet to explore. I know I have made the right decision. I may be going toward the unknown, but I am letting myself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what I really love.
‘Oi kau ka lā, e hana i ola honua.
While the sun yet shines, do all you can. (Hawaiian proverb)
Ever since I was a little girl, I loved exploring. Living in Northern California, I loved to examine the tidepools and look for bugs, butterflies, and plants in the woods, immersing myself in nature. My dad, who was a biology teacher at the time, taught me to identify the various critters I saw.
As I grew up, thanks to my mom’s job as a flight attendant, I had the opportunity to explore the world with my family. From Hawaii to Peru to Europe, I had the good fortune to experience far corners of the earth–cities, countryside, and everything in between. Eventually, my love of animals led me to study zoology, working in a primate lab at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, and traveling to Costa Rica for a summer program.
Deciding a career in research wasn’t for me, I eventually went to law school. However, my love of nature continued to drive my travels and my free time. In 2009, I traveled to Uganda and Rwanda, where I went on a safari and visited the mountain gorillas. As I looked into the eyes of these gentle giants, I felt connected with nature in a way that I still cannot fully describe. It was one of the highlights of my life.
As I began my career in law, I made it a priority to travel whenever I could. My family and I continued to go on regular vacations. Even in Chicago, I regularly strolled through the zoo to watch the animals and get a bit of an escape. In 2013, shortly before I switched law firms, a friend and I took a spur-of-the-moment trip to Belize, where she convinced me to try a discovery scuba. As I descended past the comfort of the shallows, I was terrified. My instructor calmed me down, and when I soon became immersed in the coral reefs and schools of fish, my terror turned to absolute awe. I could not believe what an amazing new world I was experiencing.
I was hooked on the underwater world. With the help of the great folks at Underwater Safaris in Chicago, I learned to dive, and before long it was a rare vacation when I did not haul my scuba gear along. When a trial settled, I took a last minute trip to Hawaii, where I spent a week on the Kona Aggressor. One morning, I woke to some unusual hustle and bustle on the boat. When I looked out my porthole and saw fins I knew what all the fuss was about–dolphins were surrounding our boat and everyone was hopping in to join them.
I hurried on with my snorkel gear (so quickly I forgot my booties and they had to be tossed to me from the boat) and began to swam out to where others were already enjoying the dolphins. Suddenly I was flanked by dolphins on either side. I tried (rather clumsily) to swim with a dolphin kick, and one particularly curious dolphin started mimicking my movements and became close enough to touch. Having been taught well by all of my instructors, I did not want to reach out and make contact–I believe it is better to leave anything wild undisturbed. Much to my amazement, however, the dolphin leaned in and rubbed itself against me. (I would later read that dolphins bond with each other in this way.) Much as with the gorillas, I felt a profound connection to this remarkably intelligent being.
In February of 2015, I was hit with an extreme shock when my Uncle Bill suddenly passed away. A lifelong traveler, he had always had a profound influence on me, and I loved hearing his stories from his time in the Peace Corps and various other travels around the globe. In particular, I loved hearing about his love for Hawaii, knowing he considered himself “Hawaiian at Heart.”
Although I had lost other loved ones, this was the first time I had lost someone so suddenly, and it shook me. As I helped go through his apartment, I found a magnet:
“While the sun yet shines, do all you can.” The message stuck with me. It made me think “what am I doing with my life?” Although I had a successful career as a litigator and enjoyed much of my job, I wasn’t truly fulfilled. I knew I was in a rut, and something needed to change. Time passed, and things stayed the same. But I didn’t know what to change or how to change it, so I pressed on. I did, however, realize that I needed to spend time with those I loved, and my cousins and I planned a trip to Hawaii to celebrate Bill’s life.
Shortly before that trip, my grandfather passed away. Unlike my uncle, his passage was expected, but it still served as a reminder that life is only temporary. As my family and I had a wonderful trip to Hawaii and spread the ashes of both Bill and my Grandpa, the nagging feeling that something was missing in my life returned, along with the message, “while the sun yet shines, do all you can.” Yet, I still had no idea how to make that happen. And as I got busier and busier with work, I pushed it down and continued on.
In the summer of 2016, my family was struck another blow when my cousin’s young 22-year-old wife passed away from leukemia. Although I had not had the opportunity to spend much time with her, this again had a profound affect on me. I realized not only that I need to do all I can while the sun yet shines, but the sun could set at any moment. If I wanted to make a change, I had to take the leap and do it. I asked myself, “when have I truly been happiest?” “When have I made the most of my time?” I immediately thought of my experience swimming with the dolphins and the peace I felt while scuba diving.
While I didn’t know exactly what it would look like, I decided I wanted to change the focus of my career and do something that involved the ocean. I made a commitment to myself. While the sun yet shines, I will do all I can. I even made that commitment permanent, and designed a tattoo that combined that saying with a sunset (as a reminder that life is short), and a dolphin (as a reminder of my incredible experience in Hawaii). (I use the word “designed” loosely. I came up with a hastily drawn sketch and the incredible Su Houston at West Town Tattoo in Chicago turned it into something truly beautiful.)
So now I’m taking the plunge and am following my dream. I will leave my job in April, and in June I will begin a year exploring the globe, diving, volunteering, and taking as many photos as I can manage to organize. It’s both thrilling and terrifying, and I think the best way to commit myself to documenting it is by sharing it all with you. The support I’ve gotten from friends, families, and co-workers has been astonishing. I know that there will be tough and scary moments, but you all will carry me through. And I don’t know exactly what my future will look like yet or how I’ll get there, but the time off will serve me well to hit the reset button and think about what I really want from my life. I hope you all enjoy following along.
And finally, in the spirit of doing all I can, I’ve realized I need to make the most in my remaining time in Chicago. Fortunately for me, the Shedd Aquarium picked this weekend to open its doors for free to Illinois residents, so I took my camera along for some practice. I can’t wait to have so many more opportunities to practice with my camera that are actually underwater!