It was exactly one year ago this month that I first considered the idea of extended travel. At first the notion gently flickered through my conscious, stuttering and floundering like an awkward fledgling bird. Then, with time, it slowly spread its wings and took flight.
One year ago, I was in such a different place. Not geographically, but mentally, emotionally and spiritually. My world as I knew it had fallen down around me, and I was in a period of deep self-analysis.
I took a good hard look in the old metaphorical mirror, and knew I had to make some significant changes. Not only did I have to change certain things about myself and the way I lived my life, but I also had to change the life I was living.
Looking inward and questioning my choices was a deeply challenging experience for me. Accepting your own faults and fears, and choosing to better yourself, is no day at the funfair. Nobody’s perfect, and I am not trying to be, but I needed to know I was living my life as the best version of myself possible, and I knew that by doing this, the best life for me to live would also emerge.
As I dealt with my demons I shifted my focus away from who I wanted be, to what I wanted to be doing.
What was my dream?
The only thing I wanted to do was travel, but saying that out loud seemed like madness at the time. Then fate played a hand and somehow I stumbled upon a sprawling online world of kindred spirits. Bloggers. I was inspired and reassured – they were doing it – there was no reason I couldn’t do it too. I can wholeheartedly say that reading about people such as Adam Baker, Chris Guillebeau and Christine Gilbert, among others, gave me the push I needed to realise my dream of living a life less ordinary.
That was it. I wanted to travel the world and never stop.
And so it was done; from that moment onwards every second of my life has been geared towards making this dream come true. The dye was cast, the dice were rolled, and I was on my way. And you know what? I have never felt more self-assured or been prouder of my achievements.
Now I live each day with certainty that I am on the right path. My path.
It’s important to give yourself a pat on the back every now and again and appreciate who you are and where you are going.Learning to like myself has not been an easy process, but if you don’t like yourself, how can you expect anyone else to? Now I embrace who I am and find myself sharing this ‘me’ through a medium I have never used before, and with people I have never met.
This is my last post of the month; my first month as a blogger. As I look back on how far I have come over the last year, I also look forward to where I will go over the year ahead. I am already getting so much out of writing and sharing my experiences, and have been overwhelmed by the warmth and generosity of an online community I had no idea existed. I feel welcomed into the fold.
It is a wonderful place to find myself.
Last November my life was full of uncertainty. Next November my future will be uncertain too, but for completely different reasons. This time next year I will be living in Goa with a life of untold travels ahead, and my blog will be one year old. I can’t wait to see what I will be writing about then.
I feel extremely blessed to find myself at this pivotal time of change, with so much growth and acceptance behind me, and still so much more ahead.
Everybody needs a hero, and I have many, but now I am adding myself to that list. I rescued myself from a place of darkness, and will strive to be my own hero for the rest of my life.