While being stalked by wanderlust in 2007, many told me that my journey made no sense: to abandon your apartment, your possessions, your plans for a future of career-filled opportunities just to spend some time in far-away lands…these are the dreams of college kids and poets, perhaps, but not grown-ups. People of responsibility, they said, do not simply get up and “go on walkabout.”
But I did. And when unburdened from the daily obligations of status reports, PowerPoint, and suburban commutes, I discovered that hard work and a nose for opportunity are much less important (and less interesting!) than old-fashioned good luck.
This book tells the story of rediscovering how to make my own luck.