I know I just wrote a post about something similar, but I just stumbled across this article that perfectly puts into words how I feel about this adventure I’m about to embark on. Hopefully this will inspire someone else to take the plunge 🙂
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Recently, I was doing some travel blog “research” (aka reading the blogs of my favorite travel writers) when I came across a post written by Caz and Craig called “So you want to be a travel blogger”. The basic gist of the article is that travel blogging as a full time job is really hard work, but it could be for you, depending on your WHY.
This really got me thinking about my own whys. Why do I want to travel? Why do I want to go around the world? Why do I want to leave everything that is safe and comfortable? Why do I want to abandon my family and friends (bc sometimes it feels like that)? And perhaps most importantly, why am I so sure this crazy, nomadic, uncertain lifestyle is for me?
If you couldn’t tell already, this is going to be one of those emotional, raw, heartfelt posts, so if you don’t feel like getting sappy, RUN.
No? Ok, thanks for staying with me.
My why is simple: Because I have to. No, no one is holding a gun to my head and telling me that this will be my path or else. No, this is not me trying to escape reality (pretty sure this is what my Dad and one of my brothers think I’m doing). No, I don’t have a surefire way to make a ton of money by becoming a travel blogger. No, I’m not doing this to rebel, and no, I’m not doing this because it’s what’s expected of me.
I’m doing it because deep inside my soul there is a fire for travel that will not be quenched. There is a voice inside my head that asks “When is the next trip? The next adventure?”. When I’m stationary, my mind is constantly dreaming of movement. When I’m moving, doing new things, meeting new people, see new wonders, I’m content. As Caz puts it, there’s an itch I just can’t scratch, a driving force within me to be more, do more, make a difference.
To deny this part of myself would be akin to choosing to live without all of my senses, limbs, brain power. I know this, because I’ve chosen to deny it for the better part (or worse, depending on how you look at it) of the past 4 years. And I have been miserable. I’ve felt like a horse that is born to run and win…who is forced to be a pace horse and lose time and time again to build up the confidence of the other horses.
By taking this awesome adventure I am embracing all of me, the good and the bad, with no regrets. For what very well may be the first time in my life, I am telling myself I deserve to be happy, and believing it.
I know this lifestyle change isn’t going to be butterflies and sunshine 24/7. There is bound to be a little rain (leaving my brother, sister-in-law, niece, and nephews is going to be a downpour), but that’s ok. You need a little rain to make a rainbow.
Why travel? Because it is what feeds my soul, stimulates my mind, and rejuvenates my body. Why do you travel?