top of page

A Valentine’s Ode to My Nomad Heart

Waxing Poetic on my New Found Life

Today is Valentine’s Day and there is talk of love all around me. I see pictures of hearts and arrows everywhere, in shades of pink and tones of red. Stores are pushing me to buy chocolates for my partner and my kids. Commercials are touting the power of diamonds to prove ourselves on Valentine’s Day. Today, it seems, is made out to be about showing our love for others.

But on this Valentine’s Day, I would like to honour my new and nascent nomad heart.

The one that beats in my chest and that recently found the courage to take a leap of faith into becoming a consultant, an entrepreneur, a digital worker of the gig economy. It took a lot for me to get here. It took a life of being reasonable and towing the line. It took time away from my family and of doing what I thought I was supposed to be doing.

Until the day that I had enough and decided that I was strong and capable enough to take control of my time and to monetize my skills in a way that aligns with my values at this point in my life when the sand in the hourglass seems a little taller at the bottom than at the top.

My heart is now nomad because I am not tied down to an office or the stress of an executive position. It is nomad because it choses time over money; values slow over fast; prioritises exploration over routine. With my nomad heart, I make new choices to reach out to others, to focus on my kids and be present with my partner. With it, I write a blog in the middle of the afternoon because it is fulfilling to write and share my ideas but also simply because I can.

My heart is nomad not because I packed everything up and live on the road full time. My heart is nomad because it wanders through the day and leads me in living a life filled with valuable experiences and meaningful moments. It is nomad because it wants to explore the world of work and focus on projects that will make a difference and bring me joy. It wants to put me and my family first in a way that will make sense when the last grains of sand trickle down.

On this Valentine’s Day, I give thanks to my Nomad Heart and trust that, together, we will achieve great things that can only be counted in laughs and hugs.

When all is said and done, and I am an old lady sitting somewhere watching a sunset in the quiet of life’s dusk, my Nomad Heart will be beating strong in the knowledge that it led me fearlessly towards the right choices. What is your Nomad Heart saying to you?

80 views1 comment

Recent Posts

See All

1 comentario

My mommy is a queen

Me gusta
bottom of page