When this picture popped up on my timeline I felt “omg – I need another trip.” The problem was that I just got back from a weekend away – the day before. Don’t get me wrong, St. Louis, Missouri isn’t Egypt, but it’s a trip, an adventure, time away from home. After all – I was in Greece a month ago.
The feeling didn’t go away and I found myself frantically looking for the next trip. I was supposed to go to Phoenix (♥️@em_munson) in November but the flights were so expensive – I had to make the choice to hold off for another time. This only fueled my travel fire. .
It made me wonder: what am I running from? What am I covering up with all of these trips? What vulnerability am I pushing aside?
It’s a known fact to all of my clients that Boston doesn’t feel like home (I ♥️ you NYC) but I kept thinking that there has to be something more than that. There had to be something I’m covering up with travel.
The more I thought about it – and the more I judged myself about it – I realized that I’m not covering something up, or running. I’m experiencing. I’m living a dream of mine that my brain quickly wants to judge. My brain wants to tell me I’m running – that I SHOULD be content at “home”. But…why? Why can’t travel be my way to experience life? I’ve always wanted to feel like experiences can be endless – that I can go to new places as often as I want to (and can afford to). There is not 1 place in the world that I don’t want to see. While I feel judgement sometimes from others, it doesn’t matter or have to matter. We all value different things. I value experience. It’s time to own that then judge myself for it.
