Lately, life has been full of “what ifs.” One of the most insane ideas I’ve had lately is to become a travel blogger. I began really traveling in my late twenties. I had never been anywhere far away, or out of the United States.
I fell in love with travel during my first trip to Los Angeles, California. You can read about that trip here.
I was 26 years old and I had never really traveled as an adult. In November 2016, I traveled with a group of 29 friends on a cruise to the Bahamas; this trip really opened my eyes to the world of travel.
Before this trip, the idea of getting on a plane or a cruise ship, to go somewhere I thought only my imagination could go, was far-fetched. I couldn’t grasp it. Back then, I had a group of friends who were experts in travel. They encouraged me to go on the cruise and I had the time of my life. I was happy I experienced it because it changed my mindset about traveling.
I’ll talk about the poverty mindset in another blog, but my mindset back then was in a place of lack. I always felt like I couldn’t travel because I didn’t have the money. I didn’t understand the process of planning, saving and eventually going….somewhere.
Culture is what enticed me. Experiencing the different cultures in the places I traveled was amazing. I thought to myself, “there’s life outside of Georgia.” I had caught the traveling bug and it’s still in me.
When I have a trip planned, I smile a little brighter. The morning it’s time to head to the airport, I’m calmer than any other time in my life. Navigating through terminals, eating airport food, and experiencing the breathtaking bird’s eye view of the earth beneath me, is one heck of a thing. Being in route to a new place brings me peace that I can’t explain. I’m become like a baby experiencing life for the first time. Afraid but aware. Confused but curious.
I want to travel more often and I’m not afraid to travel alone. Once I do my research, I might be running this blog from a MAC laptop, somewhere in Cape Town, Africa. I’m kind of trying to get to Canada first though…lol.
I guess I’m writing this because I’m currently allowing fear to stop me from this insane idea. I’m so fearful of what other people will think of me. I don’t know anyone else who wants to travel for a living and blog about it. But, it always seems impossible until it’s done.
I don’t want to look back on life and feel regret, regretting the things I didn’t do. I’ll think more about this. For now, I’ll book my occasional vacation and find the satisfaction in that.