For the past few months I have been feeling like a woman possessed. I have had so much creative writing energy I literally have to run like mad on the spot, break into spontaneous dramatic contemporary dance or swim really fast laps at the pool to get rid of some of my manic energy. I feel like road runner, with blurry spinning legs, my fast pacing brain is working overtime, thinking, processing and skittishly skipping from one thing to the next at a ridiculous fast rate; I am officially in a frantic manic panic.

Most creatives will relate to this emotion and state of manic panic. That’s a thing now, officially. I feel impatient, frantic, restless, hyperactive, crazy, manic, like I want to do 50 million things all at once. I am hardly sleeping, not interested in food, not dreaming as vividly at night like I normally do, because I can’t switch off! I am on, on on on… Ready to write, ready to check my 59 million social media sites, and ready for anything. I am the yes girl right now. Anything is possible right now, it is a very invincible feeling this whole living with passion business.

I am also about to fly out for a big trip overseas for 3 months and this brings some anxiety. I am well travelled, traversing solo nearly the whole planet. However, anticipating such a massive trip and being away from my home base where life is easy takes some nerve. Go out on a limb and get the fruit right? I love fruit. I am busting to get out there and photograph my journey and write like a demon about my experiences.

My last trip to central Australia, Queensland and New Zealand was a little taster of my travel writing experience with my blog. I loved it. Check out my post called ‘Rejuvenate’ and my 7 part series on ‘New Zealand’. You can read my energy and passion between the lines, from one exciting adventurous activity to the next. I write about boat trips, camping trips, and my experiences paragliding and snorkelling plus so much more; I really had a great time. I hope you can read about my past adventures too!

Ideas flash into my mind and I need to write therm down immediately. Reflecting on my experiences flows effortlessly. I go out photo jogging at first light most mornings and capture magic. This is my passion, travelling, writing and photography make me feel alive.

I struggled against so much misery, depression and sorrow over the last few years as a direct result of losing both my amazing parents in 2 short years. Now after all of this sadness I can appreciate my rising exuberance. It has taken me a long time to feel this passionate and motivated about anything. Honestly, I am a very positive person but losing your entire inner circle is a tough blow and one that takes some recovery time.

I have worked out that following my passions and making my dreams a reality have really helped me to overcome my grief, and to appreciate the awesome life that I have. Even with-out my amazing parents. At one stage I wondered how I could even go on without them? I know now I am very capable.

I miss my parents incredibly, but instead of mourning their loss, I now aim to dedicate my awesome lifestyle to them. I intend to do all the amazing things I can think of doing, in respect and as a legacy towards them.

They would not want me to be moping around and having my own pity party; they raised me to be a warrior, to take charge, take my life by the reigns and lead myself towards success. I thank them for teaching me so well to be resilient, strong and independent and very capable of overcoming any challenge I face now and in the future.

As I write my frantic manic panic eases. It’s like a pressure release. I have to write to release and feel like I am operating normally again. It is my therapy.

Try and write down how you are feeling, get those crazy thoughts out of your head and onto paper to gain clarity, focus and direction.

I hope you can join me on my fantastic adventures overseas. I will be posting regularly and taking a million photos.

Take care and wishing you all the best,

Anita xx

P.S. Manic panic over.

“Anxiety is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you very far.” ~ Jodi Picoult.