I’ve heard it said that half the stress of traveling comes from planning and prep work.I would like to make theargumentthat it is a whole lot me than just half.
I love to be organized. Clutter and messliterallymake me break out into nervous sweats, indecisiveness makes me very jittery, and I think I may have a minor case of OCD.I’m a planner.I plan everything. Well….I wouldliketo plan everything.
This semester I’m going to try something I’ve never done in my entire life. I’m going throw all of that out the window.
I’m not going to make myself someone I’m not, far from it. I want to further refine myself. I want to enjoy Life without stressing about what I’m doing or where I’m going.I simply want to enjoy the present.And I think that is what traveling is all about.If we get too bogged down initineraries and tickets and EuRail times we either get overwelmed and have a mental breakdown (A very recent nightmare I had)or too distracted on how to get somewhere we forget to look around and see where we’ve ended up.
Just like traveling, life has speed bumps, plans don’t always pan out how we intend them to, and our expectations aren’t always a reality. But just like traveling, if our plans get rearranged or fall through we can’t just give up on our destination.We have to keep moving forward and make the most of every situation.
I’m tired of going through life in “safe mode”.I want to see what all the world has to offer.I don’t want to just find life’s new experiences, I want to completely consume them.I want to go down a dark alleyway, get lost in a crowded marketplace, sit alone in a silent church, enjoy some coffee at a quiet cafè, and meet new and interesting people.I want to be exposed to new cultures even if that means my own comfort zone is at stake.
I’ve been in Searcy my entire life and I’ve only really known one normal. I’m ready to be exposed tosomething else, somethingdifferent,somethingnew.
I’m on the greatest adventure of my life, and this is only the beginning.
“A ship in safe harbor is safe, but that’s not what ships are made for”
Life begins when comfort ends.
