Lately, I’ve seen the quote, “I have an insane calling to be where I’m not” flying around the internet and I relate 100%. Don’t get me wrong, I love where I am. But sometimes my mind wanders off, sort of like how my feet just wander through unfamiliar streets of a completely new city. I’m a wanderer. I have restless feet. That’s just me.
Today, I booked my next trip. Another solo adventure–although a more relaxed, fun-in-the sun type of adventure, it’s an adventure nonetheless. I have a trip planned with my family. Singapore and the Philippines. However, for about a week, I’ll be branching off on my own and spending my days on the white beaches of Boracay Island. Believe me when I say “excited” is an understatement.
As much as I love being around my family, friends, and even complete strangers, I thrive in solitude. It gives me a chance to keep grounded so that I never “lose myself” in all the chaos that life brings us. My alone time feeds my appreciation for fear. When traveling alone, sometimes fear kicks in. Fear of getting lost, fear of new experiences, or sometimes just the fear of actually being alone is scary enough.
Somewhere in that realm of “fear” I found a healthy appreciation for it.