During the first week of January 2018 I am beginning a walk across the United States. I’m starting in Santa Monica, California and ending with a belly flop in the Atlantic ocean – the exact finish location will be determined by the ordeal’s six-ish months of unknown variables. But if I had to predict it, I’d guess somewhere in New England. Maine, maybe.
My why is simple. I’m walking from coast to coast because it’s a unique sort of challenge sure to be filled with daily adventures. And though such endeavors are always at the top of my to-do list, this one holds a particularly special place on it – mainly because it’s been there for so doggone long. Since 1994 I’ve been pining to make the 3500 mile trek and always assumed I’d do it someday. Well, January 7th, 2018 is that someday. I’m finally saying yes to something that heard maybe for decades.
I recognize the fact that my why may seem self-serving, privileged, irresponsible, or selfish. And honestly I am OK with such perceptions. Frankly, I can’t argue the contrary so maybe it’s all true. Maybe this walk, at its root, represents me thinking only about me. All I’ll say in response is that I am, and always have been, drawn to doing strange things. And I feel most alive when doing them. I firmly believe in honoring the hottest fires in my belly. To do what brings out the best part of me. That which brings me the most joy.
So no, I’m not doing this walk to benefit a charity. No, I’m not setting out to draw awareness to any particular cause. I’m also not seeking fodder for a novel or memoir (even though that may happen naturally). I’m simply trying to live bigly. Because thirty years from now I want to look back on my life and nod knowing that I said yes more than I said no.
If you are curious about my route, plan, timeline, and stopping points, click here. If you are moved to help me out in any particular way, whether it be financially, logistically, or by offering up good vibes/prayers for my journey, please join in the fun. Every little bit makes a difference.