For sure

Career Day, 1969. Part way through one of the presentations I knew for the first time ever, with utter certainty, what I wanted to do with my life.

Yes, that’s it. I could do that. I’d be good at it. I’d enjoy it. Perfect.

I never doubted my choice because in my mind there was nothing to doubt. I just did it. Thirty-seven terrific years. (Well the last two or three years weren’t that great, but that was because the industry had changed.)

I experienced the same clarity when I learned about van dwelling.

Yes, that’s it. I could do that. I’d be good at it. I’d enjoy it. Perfect.

When people considering the nomadic life express doubts, I have to fight the urge to say, “Then it’s not for you.” (Oops, I just said it.)

A lot of nomads forge ahead despite their uncertainty and anxiety, and they discover they can do it, they are good at it, and they do enjoy it.

I worry about the others, though. Particularly those who went all in, who burned their bridges and now there’s no going back. That’s why I don’t try talking anyone into this life and why I feel like I should dissuade those who aren’t at least 85% sure. If you don’t know, don’t go.