To roam…. 

Experience is the foundations to which we build our perceptions. Our perceptions of people, countries and cultures and of ourselves. There is nothing more terrifying than taking the first step to understand yourself and your surroundings. For some people they can never break the restraints of fear. The fear they or others have bound them with. To travel even to another city within your country could be too terrifying. Especially if this is out of your comfort zone. I was late in starting my traveling and roaming the earth. My first step was driving on a motorway up to England. It terrified me, and my anxiety was extreme. But after I got to England, it became a regular journey. My first plane ride with my daughter and fiancé terrified me. But since I have traveled on planes alone, just with my daughter and with my friends and partners. Now it is as normal to me as it is to go to the corner shop. I first drove on the other side of the road in another country this year. It built my confidence. So then on my next adventure I hired a car that had the steering wheel on the opposite side, of what I am use too, and drove on the opposite side of the road than what I am use to. I drove in one of the craziest places with driving and manoeuvring, I have ever encountered, the south coast of almafi. The roads barely let two cars drive through, the roads are winding and built onto the side of the steepest mountains. There’s no sense of safety, the Italians are crazy brave drivers. The moped users are even crazier. I stepped out of my comfort zone again today and used public transport the local bus service. I have used trains and metros and cabs and trams before but never buses. 
So here is the plight, travel, get lost its the most beautiful experience. The other side of fear is accomplishment, confidence and a deeper perspective and understanding of yourself. I have learnt so much more about myself through traveling. I have also been blessed to be able to allow my daughter the experience of traveling to different countries and meeting various people and cultures. Now my daughter has seen me drive a motorcycle abroad, use public transport drive a car and be completely confident in my exploration of different parts of a country. To her this will be normal, even whilst doing these things I was terrified, BUT I never let her see that, because fear is contagious and I would never want to breed fear into my daughter. So now she would be able to confidently navigate through a airport, fly on a plane, and explore her destination as if it was her own country. My daughter I have enabled to have a deeper sense in self, she has learnt languages she never would of otherwise, met beautiful people, and seen how other people live, through this she has seen and experienced more than just a hotel complex catered to bristish tourists. For that I am proud, as she has submerged herself into the experience as much as I have and been rewarded with confidence and insight, and a sense that travel is normal. Something I never had growing up. I took my first holiday on a plane at the age of 24. And in the years that followed my sense of identity and awe of the world has grown bountiful.

We are given so many opportunities in life to grow, like a flower would never deny itself of water or sun, why should we deny ourselves the opportunities to grow and experience our world. The flower does not refuse water incase it may drown, or sun, incase it may get burnt, it just grows and accepts the water when it is given the sun when it is present and it dances in the breeze, full of bloom and life. Be a flower, only be a flower that allows itself to roam, roam the earth you have been given, take the opportunities that come your way, and always try to get on the other side of fear as then, and only then can you truly say “I know who I am, and what I am capable of”

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