Thank you, Miss Fear

To the ones who asked me why I left my very good and well-paid job in London, to the dozens emails I receive weekly asking how, and to the many messages and comments seeking advice on how to follow your desire to travel the world.
Well, here is the honest answer you were waiting for: Fear.

Sabrina Andrea Sachs

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Jan 19, 2016

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Yes, Miss Fear paid me a visit and pushed me out of my comfort zone and “easy” life in the UK. Fear to be missing out, fear I would never be truly happy despite all my successes and accomplishments on the corporate ladder, fear I would postpone my own dream to travel to prioritise the common goal of a shining CV and spotless career. Fear I would never see the world with my own eyes, photograph it or writing about it. Fear my travel around Australasia would stay in the dream drawer forever. Fear that I might actually die before I could see all the things I wanted to see, do, experience or be. Fear I would never touch the Taj Mahal, speak a few words of Hindi and fear I couldn’t never surf in Australia, fear I would never ride a camel. Fear I couldn’t never see a kangaroo or hug a koala or watch the stars in the middle of the desert. Fear I wouldn’t see the skyscrapers in Hong Kong or discover the secret of mysterious Myanmar. Fear I would miss my one chance for happiness. .

And this might sound all a bit dramatic, because it is in fact. When somebody close to you does die, that fear you have dominated or forgotten for so long, comes out of nowhere and starts eating you alive. This is what happened last year and this is what got me on the road 6 months later. Forget your career, your boss or your “stupid: professional achievements.

Get out, eat the world, learn a new language, dance with strangers, close your map, get lost, switch off your phone, laugh, cry and explore.

Be alive.

Feel alive.

Inspire and be inspired.

This is my mission. What is yours?

Thank you Miss Fear.