Travelling takes guts.
It takes even more guts to journey to the other side of the world solo.
I did just this a little over three years ago.
Few could believe that timid little Sarah was capable of such things. Neither could I.
I was also in my thirties. A fact my mother was all too keen to highlight
‘You are doing what most people are doing in their twenties. You are in your thirties’
I guess it was not the logical choice.
I was at a point in my life where most of the people around me were choosing to settle down and create roots. While I, on the other hand, was choosing to uproot my self. Rejection of everything that was familiar and comfortable. I chose to dive into the unknown.
It was scary. Really scaring.
But the idea also excited me. It seemed like the only option for me.
So why did I feel the need to leave my comfortable existence? What was it inside me that sparked such a radical change?
I can trace it to one singular thought
There must be more
This was usually followed by another thought.
Is this it?
These thoughts needled my mind. Obstinate squatters who occupied my mind space and refused to leave.
Such thoughts spawned from my comfortable existence.
There was nothing wrong with my life. I had a good job, great friends yet these thoughts lingered.
I should be happy
I kept telling myself. This in itself was a red flag.
It was a good life, but it was not the life for me.
For me comfortable equates stagnant. When there is no challenge, I lose that energy for life. There feels like little opportunity to grow and evolve.
I know now challenge is what I was seeking. I had become afraid to step outside the comfort zone.
I had to travel to the other side of the world to be able to articulate this. Perhaps this was unnecessary. For me, it was.
Traveling offers freedom and space to think and figure yourself out. It also offers stress. I learned that I crave freedom and creativity far more than a life filled with stability and security. I learned that perhaps I need to strike a balance between these two extremes.
I have learned what is right for me, rather than replicate what I am surrounded by. This is hard.
I now seek to create a life where I look for opportunities. Activities and projects that allow me to continually grow and evolve. These will not fall into my lap. It requires persistent work and effort.
I need to feed my curiosity or it will die.
Travelling does not make you fearless. I am still scared a lot of the time. I get stressed and anxious before leaping into the unknown.
Yet, I have gotten better at pushing out into the void.
I know what lies beyond is worth it. I also know I cannot remain in my comfort zone.
The only option is to keep moving forward, One foot at a time.