What fills your soul?

I was speaking with a dear friend today about her future. She was talking about how she will be up for a promotion soon at her job, and she’d be making nearly double what she makes now. But she isn’t sure if she wants to take it.

So I asked her, “does it fill your soul? When you’re doing your job, do you think, this is it. This is what I was put on this planet to do.”

Because I have a piece of advice for her, and for you, and for everyone who asks- if your life doesn’t fill your soul, you need to find a new life.

I have a little story for you. I took a trip to Italy a while back that changed the projection of my life. Honestly, I wasn’t happy with my job. It was a fine job, don’t get me wrong, but I woke up every morning feeling empty, like something was missing. In a word, I wasn’t fulfilled. Then I went to Italy. And there was some point, maybe it was when we were taking a one person ski lift up the mountain in Capri, or maybe it was when we were hiking up to the summit of Mount Vesuvius, or maybe it was when we were eating Michelin star pizza in Naples, at some point I realized— this is it. My soul is filled. This is what I was put on this planet to do- I am here to travel and explore and see the world. I am here to experience new walks of life, to go outside of my comfort zone, to never sit still and to never be bored. To never spend a day wondering what I will do. To meet new people, to fall in love with their stories and ideas.

And that moment, that trip, is what catapulted me to where I am today. I became obsessed with finding a way to make my dream, my passion, a reality. I researched working on cruise ships, as an international sales executive, an au pair, a teacher. Anything to make my dream a reality. When this job at Zapier popped up, my life was changed forever.

Now, I’m two weeks into my adventures in Tahoe as a nomad. And I can officially say, my soul is full.

Is yours?

Love you all,
-emily

Week 1 of Nomading: Settling in, Colorado Trip

My first week of official digital nomad life has been a bit of a whirlwind. After 2 days and 15 hours of driving from Seattle to Tahoe, CA, I had three days to explore my new town before taking off to Denver, Colorado to ski Vail and Breckenridge and explore Denver.
After 6 days in Colorado, I’m officially back in Tahoe (for a few days at least…!) and working long hours before my next trip.
Tahoe life is, in a word, different. We don’t lock our front door (my roommates literally don’t have keys), we don’t have a mailbox, at any given point in time I live with between 2-5 dogs. There’s no snow, and believe me, that is the topic of conversation anywhere you go. I ended up not remembering to bring any hangers, but the nearest Target is 18.2 miles away, in another state. I need to get my nails done, but it’s an hour-long drive to the next nail salon. I asked my roommate if there’s live music in town, to which he emphatically said, yes of course! When I asked what kind of music, he explained that a local band played at the dive bar next door every Wednesday.
Despite all of these stark differences from my typical city life, I am loving Tahoe! Everyone here is kind and genuine. They’re friendly, they’re outgoing, and they are here to adventure. To quote one of my new friends, “everyone that lives in Tahoe is running away from something. And we’re having the best kind of fun doing it.” It truly does feel that way; Tahoe is in itself an escape from what many consider the drag of office life. And I truly mean that. You’ll meet a lot of people here. So far, I’ve met a couple who owns an art shop in town, 8 professional skiers, a guy who grows weed, and many construction workers. But no office workers. People here think differently; they live in the moment, they dance to the beat of their own drum. And they’re perfectly happy doing it. I fit right in.
Honestly, between all of the unpacking, working, and traveling, I haven’t had much time to fully and completely explore the city. Pictures and updates on where to eat, drink, explore to come in later posts.
Colorado itself was equally amazing. If you ski, Vail is a mountain you cannot miss. We were with a group of about 10 people skiing Vail, and we all equally agreed it was one of the best ski days we’d had at a resort. Breckenridge is also an amazing mountain. With 10 peaks and dozens of lifts, you’re sure to find some kind of terrain you love. We found Breckenridge almost too big for a group of people who had never (or at least rarely) skied the mountain. With 10 peaks to explore, you find yourself doing a lot of gondola riding or traversing from peak to peak. Nonetheless, it’s hard to complain about a bluebird day.
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The reason we chose those particular days to be in Breckenridge was that they had an annual festival, Ullr Festival, occurring during that time. Ullr festival is basically where everyone dresses up as Vikings and parties in the streets. It was a crazy, wild experience and I would highly recommend it. If you go, don’t miss the parade and the burning of the Christmas trees. For me, the Christmas tree burning was particularly symbolic and beautiful. The way the sparks flew in the air and the fire warming my skin felt magical. I can’t describe that moment of happiness.
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In short, my first week has been a breath of fresh air. From navigating the plains of Oregon to missing my flight in Denver to showing up at a bar alone in Tahoe, I’m constantly and consistently pushing my limits, and loving every second of it. Cheers to a new chapter, friends.
Love you all,
emily