Travel makes you modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.
I’ve been sitting in front of my Mac for the last week, really unsure how to preface this post. It should be simple, really, here are my photos from the trip I took last week to San Diego, California… bing bang bong. (Name that show.)
But honey, it just ain’t that simple rn.
There’s so much that I want to say without shoving some happy-go-lucky wanderlust quote and inspiration down your throat and making you gag. I’m cringing just thinking about the edit five prior to this one.
On January 23, 2017, I kissed my teen years goodbye and welcomed my new twenty-something status with semi-open arms and the grave realization that in this new decade of my life, I’ll be graduating college, buying a home, starting my business, getting married (bless your heart, whoever you are), and starting my family. Thanks for planting those seeds, mom… #justmomthings. Because I know you’re reading this, mommy.
I think I’ll just leave you with this: get out. Of your house, your hometown, your fears, your comfort zone. It’s so much easier said than done. Take it from the chicken who has to GPS anything outside of 15 miles of my house + had to Google how to pay a parking meter while I was on this trip.
There’s a freaking WORLD out there, man. And no matter how hard study or how much you plan or what you say, think, learn… there’s an immesurable things and places and people to experience.
What’s stopping you? Your excuses are bullshit. Live, dammit, LIVE. To any and all capacity that you can.