Growing up I was so insecure and didn’t have the courage to do anything by myself. So how does that young, naive chick evolve into such an independent, world traveller who jumps at any chance to get totally lost in a new adventure?
Maybe it’s because I want to do what I want to do when I want to do it. And I reserve the right to change my mind without notice or apology. I totally get that can be annoying to some people….. well, most people.
Or maybe it’s just I have very little patience for people, any people, over an extended period of time. My “me” time is deeply coveted.
I also began to notice that I was so worried about my companion enjoying the escape that my own joy was being stripped away layer by layer.
Hence, I have learned that traveling solo doesn’t make you smarter or better than anyone else, but it does force you to get out of your own way and reset your own personal tolerance gauge.
My first venture into the unknown was a doozy, as I flew to Africa and had aspirations to conquer the summit of Mt. Kilimanjaro. It was a life changing (successful) trek and I’ve never looked back.
Ever since, I’ve upgraded to two bucket list trips each year and I can’t get enough. It’s amazing how your perspective can change when you find your passion. It is a blessing beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
Live in the moment.
Step out of your comfort zone.
Many people ask me “why travel alone?”. And my retort is “why wouldn’t you??”.
No regrets…. Ever!