The Start of My Adventure
Everyone experiences the airport differently. For some it's a gateway to new places, for others it's a dreaded process necessary to get to where you want to go. Call me naïve, but I've always leaned towards the former.
Whether you're a seasoned traveler or about to take your first flight, I believe the airport is the start of your adventure. Maybe I haven't traveled enough yet, maybe I'll feel differently after my 50th or 100th flight. But for me, whenever I arrive at the airport I get a giddiness within me and I think "This is it. This is happening."
Today was exceptionally momentous for me. Today marks the first flight I'm taking since I've had the idea to start this venture.
What started off as a faint idea in the back of my head is slowly evolving into a passion project for me. While obviously I haven't worked all the kinks out yet, (Insert endless lists of new ideas, goals, things I would like to do but have no idea when I'd have the time to do all of this… Sound familiar?) it gives me an inner satisfaction that I'm at least taking the first step. Heck, even sitting here in the airport, writing this as I'm waiting for my flight should count as another step, so make that 2 steps.
Deciding to start "Travel by My Side" wasn't an easy decision. Scratch that. Deciding to do this was easy. Following through and actually making it happen? Terrifying. There's been more times then I can count where I've considered my life would be a whole lot easier if I just gave up on this project. But then I thought about it. Why was I so scared of doing something I talked so passionately about? I'd tell friends about this new idea I had, hyping them and myself up. Then behind my computer all the self doubt and insecurities would start crawling in. The same process repeated over and over, a mental battle in my head about whether or not I should go through with it. Until it finally hit me. Why was I so scared? Because I was scared of failure. That little realization made me think. When had this project that started out as something I wanted to do for fun, snowball into this thing that stressed me out and made me feel as if I had to prove myself?
My insecurities and my pride were stopping me from doing something I wanted before I even got started. I was scared that no one would like what I was posting. That people would laugh at me trying to attempt this. My brain was telling me, who was I to say I wanted to be a blogger/vlogger. Who would want to listen to anything I had to say? But none of that really matters.
I started this project as something I wanted to do for fun. At the end of the day, that's what this should be, fun. It may have taken me a while (and a few hundred laps around my head) but I've finally reached the point where I can be comfortable saying I'm doing this for me and only me. Will I still worry? Yes, but I'm not going to let that stop me from giving it a try. Bottom line is, I'm doing this to make me happy and whatever happens… happens. Sometimes you just have to take a chance and believe in yourself, because you may just surprise yourself with what you can do.
So here's me signing off,
Travel by my side as I take you along through my life and around the world.
Next stop: Seattle!
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