I Sold Everything to Travel the World

 Published in The Fine Line Magazine 10/24/17

#RealTalk | 10.24.2017

The first time I seriously considered leaving the United States to travel full-time was March 2014. I was 58 years old. Two months later, I had sold or given away almost everything I owned. Three years later, I am writing this from 40,000 feet, as I fly back from my 1,167-day worldwide journey. I am different from when I left: I am a woman who trusts herself absolutely.

I am 61 and fearless.

Looking back, I marvel at the confidence it took to cancel the lease on my luxury condo, sell my sports car, end my relationship with a wonderful man (I couldn’t ask him to wait for me), close my consulting company, and resign from two board of director positions. I didn’t have a lot of money, investments, or an inheritance to fall back on, I only knew there was something missing in my life.

I had done everything I was supposed to do: raised two sons, became a successful entrepreneur, served my community and somehow lost some of me in all of it. I was living a life that no longer served me, working to pay huge bills to have the things I thought would make me happy. But they didn’t. They just shackled me to a life that wasn’t fulfilling.

I longed to simplify. I wanted to travel.

As a spiritual life coach and an energy healing practitioner, I knew I would be able to work from anywhere in the world. Using social media, I was able to create a bit of passive income as I set out on my journey.

 I WAS LIVING A LIFE THAT NO LONGER SERVED ME, WORKING TO PAY HUGE BILLS TO HAVE THE THINGS I THOUGHT WOULD MAKE ME HAPPY. BUT THEY DIDN’T. THEY JUST SHACKLED ME TO A LIFE THAT WASN’T FULFILLING.

In July, just four months after I decided to upend my life, I said goodbye to my sons, mother, family and friends, and spent a last bittersweet night with my boyfriend. Each goodbye broke my heart. Each goodbye was a step closer to my dream.

But that’s not to say that I wasn’t scared!

The little girl inside of me wanted to stay comfortable in the life I had created. A little voice in the back of my head was saying, “What if you’re wrong? What if you don’t like it? What if this is a whole lot harder than you think it’s going to be? What if this is a huge mistake?” Still, I had to do it.

That first year, I explored twelve countries in Europe and volunteered in Bosnia excavating the world’s largest pyramids. For the next 18 months, I lived in The Sacred Valley of Peru’s Andean highlands, investigated the ruins of Bolivia, drove all over southern Mexico, and worked as a guide for a spiritual healer in Brazil. Then I spent six months in South Africa, visiting ancient structures from Nelspruit to Cape Town. I experienced miracles and unexplained occurrences. From there, I traveled to Asia, visiting six countries. I especially loved Thailand.

In the last three years, I’ve experienced so many different events and emotions. There were times that I was nearly out of money. There were times that I felt deeply alone. There were times that I looked up to realize that I was in physical danger. But there was also joy — oh so much joy.

Fourteen months into my journey, while I was in Brazil working for the spiritual healer, I met a young Swiss woman with breast cancer that had spread to her bones. She looked healthy but was in tremendous pain. She’d been told that she would die soon, so she’d come from Switzerland to see the famous healer. I guided the woman through her journey with the healer, and her health improved. Three years later, she is alive and thriving. I had many similar experiences, and though it pained me to see people suffering, it was so gratifying to know that I was playing a significant role in their healing.

I GOT THE OPPORTUNITY TO STEP OUTSIDE OF WHAT WAS EXPECTED OF ME. I GOT TO ESCAPE THE RULES THAT AMERICAN SOCIETY TELLS A 58-YEAR-OLD WOMAN SHE IS SUPPOSED TO LIVE BY.

Last July, just a couple of months before I returned to the United States, I spent a month in the Thai village of Pai. It is an absolutely beautiful place, and despite being surrounded by many people, even some close friends, I felt lonely a lot of the time. Loneliness is not something I often experience, and it felt especially painful. I found myself drawn to a small bungalow owned by a beautiful Buddhist woman. I rented the house from her, and even though she spoke no English, and I do not speak Thai, we communicated through our eyes and gestures. She appeared over and over to look after me when I needed it most, appearing with an open heart and meeting my needs before I even knew I had them. It was humbling, and I had to learn to accept her gifts of food and comfort. I cried when she dropped me off at the bus station the day I left, and not a day passes that I don’t remember that there are opportunities to serve others the way my Buddhist angel served me.

Now, I am resting. I am preparing for a new adventure. I am living in the knowledge that I went in search of meaning for my life and I found it. People often say to me, “You’re so lucky,” but the truth is there was no luck involved here. I followed my heart. Because I did, I got the opportunity to step outside of what was expected of me. I got to escape the rules that American society tells a 58-year-old woman she is supposed to live by. And I found the most important thing each of us can find in this world. I found my truest self and what brings joy into my life.

It wasn’t easy, but the unknown isn’t. There were times I was afraid and alone and wondering, What in the world have I done? That’s when I discovered I already had all the answers, I just had to listen for them.

Adele Good is a spiritual life coach and associate with Imagine Miracles. You can learn more about her at allgoodinternational.com. email Adele@AllGoodInternational.com

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Adele Good – FIRST 5K OFF Bucket List!

p2150836“Feeling a bit anxious as the sun just rose out my window exposing another gorgeous day here in Cape Town… a little part of me hoped it would be pouring today so I had an excuse to stay in. As an American traveling the world alone I feel so blessed to have my health back, happy grown children and a business model which allows me this freedom… and as I strive to do new ‘Firsts’ I occasionally get a bit nervous as I realize I am totally out of my element. Having taken my first run since 2011, (barefoot on the beach) just a week ago, I heard about this nearby Parkrun and decided to check it ou. I certainly realize I am in no shape to run a 5K with a bunch of locals who do it weekly – especially with the extra 20 pounds I have challenged myself to release! So, as I wait for Uber to pick me up and deliver me to this new unknown.. .alone into an uncomfortable environment, I know I will grow and take one more step towards wherever it is I am being led. Trusting my intuition as it always leads me to magical places…. in spite of the pre-nervous jitters! Wish I had a decent pair of runners…. haven’t needed them on the beach so just realized that might be an issue….”

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The above paragraph was what I wrote on Facebook a few hours ago as I nervously waited to enter unknown territory of my first 5K and once, again, my concerns were silly!

Thanks to this angel, Barbara, who greeted me when the Uber driver dropped me off.  She took me under her wing, put me to work helping set things up and I knew I was going to be alright!

Many local communities in South Africa have a weekly 5K Parkrun – free and very well organized and attended.

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At this one, Fish Hoek Parkrun, I met several 4 year olds who had been running a full 2K for over a year, a 10 year old who preferred to volunteer and hang out during the race at the playground and many others up into their seventies who value regular exercise out in nature and have been doing 5Ks for a long time.p2150874

Although I began the course at a slow run, before the second kilometer I had shifted to a brisk walk and Barbara suddenly appeared… we walked fast together as we chatted, already seeming like old friends. Her daughter also does energy healing so we had much to talk about.

The majority of the runners were way ahead of us, some completing their third or fourth kilometer before we finished the second and Barbara reminded me we were just out for fun and it was all perfect.  She sounded like me consoling a client, reminding them everything is perfect…it is ALL GOOD!

Today is a beautiful day and we were traversing through small paths in this sacred land surrounded by special hills with caves full of 100,000 year old artifacts.

p2150873-2When I first arrived in Cape Town in September, as the Sacred Sites Tour I had been on for a month came to an end, we hiked up to what is called Peer’s Cave.  This mountainous area is full of underground tunnel systems and fascinating structures which remind me of Peru, Mexico and Bosnia. I chose to stay in Cape Town to continue to explore these sites and be in this beautiful energy… whatever the purpose of my time here, I am well aware it will eventually be exposed.

Being able to run at the base of these mountains was spectacular and certainly nothing to have been scared about just because the labels ‘5K’ and ‘Run’ were attached.

Often in life we have unnecessary fears of silly things we put into our own heads as being uncomfortable or out of our range.  And, as we all know, these fears are usually just in our head and there is nothing to fear!

Had you told me just 8 short days agop2150882 or 18 years ago, I would run through the starting gate and race through the finish line of a mountain trail 5K, I would NEVER have believed you!  First of all, 18 years ago I weighed 300 pounds and was certainly in no physical shape to run anything… and 8 days ago it had been 5 years since “bone-on-bone” knees stopped the running I began after releasing over 100 pounds.

Everything is possible and when we face our fears head on and just do whatever scares us anyway – we can accomplish amazing things!

At the end of the fifth kilometer, Barbara and I picked up the pace and ran through the finish line… I am thrilled!   I did it and finished in well under an hour… nothing to brag about and I don’t care – I did it!  Another FIRST off my bucket list!

Is there something in YOUR head that scares you?  Are you fearful of a challenge? My suggestion – don’t take time to think about it – and as Nike says – JUST DO IT anyway! And remember, no matter what your current physical condition or belief system, YOU DESERVE RADIANT HEALTH – INSIDE OUT!

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Adele Good on What’s Below the Surface of Cape Town Waters?

p2150514Living by the ocean in Cape Town for the past month has been so exhilarating!

Lots of opportunities to experience new things including running barefoot on the  beach each morning and actually enJOYing the sensations of the wind and sand as my body seems to glide over the Earth.  Having not run since 2011, it has filled me with awe to be able to run so freely, with strong knees and lungs to support this perfect exercise in nature.  Such a win/win!

i have never lived this long by the beach – yes I have spent many vacations in the islands or coastlines, yet never with the knowingness of having committed to a place long term and feel no sense of urgency to skew my attitude – such as waking daily thinking I only have a few days left so must get out there early.  Instead, I do get out there very early most mornings as I wake refreshed as the first peep of sunlight shows itself around 5:00, then find myself on the beach around 6 to watch the sun fully rise over the glistening South Atlantic and take a walk or run at the magical place where the water meets the land.

p2150612These past few days have brought an interesting sight on the water as there is suddenly a naval ship moving around the bay morning and night.  A bit disconcerting, yet there is a naval station near by and as in San Diego, they do need to come in and out of the area to play.

What I have rarely seen peeping its top out of the water, reminding me of an alligator in the low country waterways in Charleston, was a submarine.  Yes, as many of you, I have paid a small fee to tour abandoned ones in harbors, yet this feels so different.  To see them moving around by the beaches on a regular basis is somewhat fascinating.

p2150592What are they seeing in these peaceful waters of Cape Town?  Surely they are doing reconnaissance work as they most likely are training officers and practicing strategic moves. And, I would love to be on board for a few hours to see what lives under all of the seaweed here in South Africa.  p2150313

The ocean here is either extremely calm or extremely rough – very little in between.  I imagine the life of a submarine pilot or engineer has some fascinating moments observing life under the ocean surface – whales and dolphins, huge fish hanging out by the many ship wrecks from the past century in this area, and maybe even a mermaid flips her tail once in a while to keep their attention.

As a scuba diver since 1974, I am feeing a but curious about what lies in this unique bay surrounded  by ancient sacred sites.   I am sure these submarine pilots have seen lots of interesting activity and maybe, in the months to come, I will figure out a way to be invited onboard and see for myself?  Or put on a double insulated wet suit (ugh, never fun to put on or take off) and explore the sea life under the seaweed beds from behind a mask…

Is it only me or do you too wonder what lies below our ocean waters?  Fascinating discoveries I am sure….

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Fanny Pack or Packet?

p2150640As I was out for my morning run this morning, (it feels totally awesome to be be able to say that again) this young South African woman, who I have observed swimming each morning in the chilly South Atlantic Ocean, was finishing her time on the beach picking up trash.  She inspired me to reconsider the purpose of my daily visit to this beautiful Cape Town beach.

In addition to my commitment of running barefoot on the sand, (as long as it is is fun) I will include a trash bag in my “packet.”  In the US we call this object a “fanny pack” yet that is not appropriate to say in some countries around the world, especially the UK, so I now call it a “waistpack” or as they say here in South Africa a “hip bag” or “packet.”

I realized in August, when I arrived in South Africa,p2150654 I had left my “packet” in Brazil so got to go through the process of finding one at a mall and had to carefully figure out what they called it here as many locals are of British decent.  I used monitored words and sign language to show the clerks I wanted a small bag which had a waist strap and sat on my hip to carry my camera when hiking.  I am a very picky shopper when I know exactly what I want, so when store after store did not have the perfect one for my camera, extra camera batteries, phone, water bottle, small wallet, etc….. I had to keep up the “perfect packet” hunt.  Sadly I had to settle for one which did not hold my water, yet I also have a small back pack with me which carries that, some fruit and nuts and extra camera when I am out all day exploring sacred sites of this spectacular land.

I apologize for this total diversion from what I began writing, as I could not resist that interesting point which has embarrassed me a number of times when shopping to replace one of my favorite items for hiking and exploring.

p2150571So back to my initial point – after my healthy run, I have begun a exercise routine of enJOYing a short meditation on the beach and sometimes read a bit of a small old book called “Pyramid Power.”  My new routine, after this morning, will be to end my time in the sand picking up non-organic rubbish, certainly left behind by accident and putting it in the trash bag from my “packet.”  🙂

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