Often, I am asked, “Are you not afraid to just show up in a city by yourself?” “Don’t you worry about terrorist groups?” “Aren’t you scared of what could happen?” “You could get drugged!” “How do you do it?!”
My answer to those questions is usually the same. I chuckle and put on my brave face and say, “No, I’m not scared. I love it.” But the truth is this:
I am afraid.
I’m afraid that I will get to South East Asia and another tsunami will happen.
I’m afraid of staying in an unsafe area and getting kidnapped.
I’m afraid of something happening to one of my family members while I am gone because I will not be home to be with them nor could I get home quickly (or at all).
I’m afraid that an accident will happen and I’ll be seriously injured. Or killed.
I’m afraid I’ll fail.
I’m afraid to let people down.
I’m afraid of traveling.
But I cannot let those things stop me.
Something deep inside my soul drives me to travel. It drives me to share my passion for this business with friends, family, and people all over the world. I’ve tried the 9-5 world, and I just can’t seem to do it. I understand that I need to make money and eventually settle down, but there is this whole big world out there! And I have to see it! I’ll figure out the money and settling down bit as I go along.
I can’t let my fears stop me.
My faith is a major reason that I can keep going like I do. I jokingly tell my parents, “Hey, if I’m supposed to be got, then I’ll get got. And there’s not a whole lot you can do about it.” I usually say that with a smirk, but the meaning behind it is serious.
I know that God has a plan for me that I cannot see. But I can feel it. I am called to travel.
“Have I not called you to be bold and courageous? Do not fear! For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” – Joshua 1:9
Afraid or not, I am supposed to travel. God is, was, and will be with me wherever I go. That verse is one of the most comforting verses in the entire Bible. I don’t fear (so much) when I remember it.
God is with me wherever I go. Wherever. WHERE EVER I GO.
The hardest thing I ever did was to watch my parents walk away from me and I walk away from them at the security checkpoint in the Atlanta Airport. I knew that once I went through that checkpoint, there was no turning back.
I choked back tears.
I faced my fears.
I flew into the giant unknown.
I couldn’t be afraid.
Travel is the thing that makes me happiest. Seeing new cultures, arriving in strange towns, eating weird foods, listening to different music. I live for that stuff. I want to share my adventure with all of you! I want those of you who can’t travel to live through me. Join me on my journey. I feel like it is part of my duty to share the world with you! Afraid or not, I have to do it.
I want to encourage y’all to travel. I want to let y’all know that yes, it is scary, but put on your big girl or boy pants and buy that plane ticket! You’ll never regret it. The only regret you’ll have is not doing it.
So y’all asked me, aren’t you afraid to travel?
Well, yeah, I am. I just don’t let that stop me.