I love maps. Well to be more exact, it’s not that I love cartography, it’s that I like to know where I’m going.
I am a rule-follower; type-A, straight-laced, wound-tight, with a touch of OCD just for good measure. At the age of 29 this has led to its natural conclusion: My name is Jill and I’m a workaholic.
I’ve mapped out a lot of my life. It hasn’t all gone exactly as planned but I can’t complain about where I am or the journey so far. I also acknowledge the tremendous blessing of that last sentence.
And let’s be clear: this 40-day, 600-mile, solo trek, across 2 countries that are half the world away is not because of any existential crisis, it’s not for fear of any looming birthday and it’s sure not about “finding myself”. Those who know me would surely say I have a pretty good sense of who I am.
It is about embracing the maplessness of life. It is about looking at the next 3 years of my life and not seeing another opportunity to go do something BIG...for me, not the guy whose name is on the bumper sticker.
I’m not a blogger or a writer, and I can’t promise that you’ll want to read what I manage to find the energy and interest to post. Hell, I’m not sure I’ll be able to figure out how to work the damned thing from my iPhone.
But I do invite you to travel with me; see what I see, as I see it. Sign up to receive the posts by email below, and join me in becoming a Mapless Pilgrim.