I survived from child to adult held together with paper mache and scotch tape. Only those closest to me knew the depth of my self-loathing and insecurities. No wonder when my world crashed in 2001, I crumbled into a pile of rubble with no skills to cope or face the pandemonium in life. However, Odyssey to Myself isn’t a maudlin account of a sad, pitiful life. This book is about survival, and the places I traveled to find a better version of my original self.I survived through writing and traveling. Through both odysseys, I found my place in this world. I learned and lost and laughed, and then I let love triumph. If only I’d known it was that simple.I learned to accept that we all have our path to travel in this life. People pass through and leave and some even come back again. It’s all supposed to happen exactly as it does, even though some of it may be horribly tragic. Other times, there’s happiness and peace. My odyssey to myself began with a trip to Morocco in 2004. From there I visited Italy, Panama, and Chile. In between my international travel, I rode down the Mother Road, Route 66, with a good friend and our grown daughters. Odyssey to Myself is a compilation of essays about my inward journey while enjoying the changing landscapes of the outward journey.
