Have you ever been so caught up in the race of life that you forget to pause, breathe, and just feel? It’s like being on a fast-moving train that never stops, and then suddenly, when it does, everything you’ve been running from catches up with you. Today, as I sit on this balcony in Mexico, a wave of emotions washes over me. Not every day is exciting, not every moment is filled with adventure or joy. In fact, some days are just… routine. And I wonder, is that okay?

I’ve been in Mexico for about a week now. Every day has started the same way: up at 6 AM, a workout, and then straight to work behind my laptop. From 9 to 5, I’ve been chipping away at tasks, trying to meet deadlines, and make progress. After that, I usually take a two-hour walk, then return home, grab a snack, and fall into the black hole of scrolling on my phone before starting it all over again the next day.

It’s funny how routines can feel like both a blessing and a burden. There’s a part of me that believes the key to happiness is finding contentment in these simple daily rhythms, without needing constant excitement or adrenaline. But another part of me? Well, it craves something more. There’s this inner tug-of-war happening, where some days I feel completely at peace with the mundane, and others, like today, I feel restless, unsettled.

It all started with a trigger, a small moment that spiraled into a much larger emotional wave. I’m currently staying with someone here, and I’ve found myself spending too much energy trying to please them. Not because they’re demanding, but because it feels like their happiness is riding on my actions. And honestly? It’s exhausting. Not the tasks themselves, but the constant self-awareness, the self-questioning of, “Am I doing enough? Am I enough?”

Is this normal? Is it part of human nature to seek approval, or is this a sign that I’m not as comfortable with myself as I thought? Does anyone else feel like this sometimes? I’m sure I’m not alone, but it’s one of those things that gets amplified when you’re in a slower pace of life. When the busyness stops, you’re left with your thoughts, and that can be a heavy load to carry.

I’ve been trying to balance this need to please others while also staying true to myself. And you know what? I think I make it bigger in my head than it actually is. But that’s the thing with thoughts, right? They can grow and twist until they feel insurmountable. So here I am, writing it all down to release it, to make sense of the swirl of emotions inside.

Because, when life slows down, you start to notice the things bubbling beneath the surface. The things you’ve been too busy to acknowledge. And right now, I’m realizing there are a lot of things I want, and maybe even need. But with that comes all the questions. What am I doing here? How did I end up in this place, in this moment? And where am I supposed to go next?

I feel like I’m chasing something—an idea, a place, a person, a feeling. But the destination remains unclear, and it’s starting to wear on me. Don’t get me wrong, traveling is incredible, and I’ve had so many experiences I wouldn’t trade for the world. But at the same time, there’s this longing for a sense of home, a foundation, something to return to when the journey ends. And that ‘something’ could be a person, a community, a career, or even a mindset.

Can you build a life like this? Constantly on the move, always seeking, but never settling? Can you truly grow friendships, relationships, and a stable career if you’re always on the go? These are the kinds of questions that creep into my mind on days like today. Days where everything feels like it’s up for review, weighed on the scale of “Should I stay or should I go?”

It’s tempting, sometimes, to pack up everything and head back to the familiar. To go back to what’s comfortable and known. But then I remember why I left in the first place. Despite all the uncertainty, despite not knowing exactly where I’m headed, I know one thing for sure: I’m happier when I’m on the road. There’s something about the unknown that, while scary, fills me with a sense of possibility that staying still never could.

So, to anyone reading this, I’m curious—have you ever felt this way? Have you ever been stuck between wanting stability and craving adventure? And if so, how do you manage that balance? Let me know in the comments, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

And if you want to see more about my current journey, the highs, the lows, and everything in between, check out my latest vlog on YouTube. It’s a glimpse into my life in Mexico, the routines I’m trying to settle into, and the questions I’m grappling with about what comes next. Maybe it’ll resonate with you, or maybe it’ll just be a good watch. Either way, I’d appreciate your support, and don’t forget to subscribe to keep up with my travels!

👉 Click HERE to watch my latest vlog and let me know—do you ever feel stuck between routine and adventure?