Traveling is sort of a cantankerous thing for me to do. It gives me the greatest anxiety for some reason. But as I do it more, I realize it’s a) something that helps with my depression a lot as it allows me to stop living with an idle mind and focus on my surroundings and b) it’s a privilege ppl of color typically don’t get to take advantage of enough.
I’m grateful for the opportunities I have to travel bc not only am I forced out of my comfort zone, but I’m forced to be open-minded which is something I don’t like to do. I’m grateful that the lifestyle I live allows ppl to see talents in me to fly me out for free, pay me to do a skill set that I learned on a whim, and produce content that makes everyone feel amazing. As I continue to do it, it allows me to regroup, reinvent myself, and come home again and be whole. It’s an awesome therapeutic release.
I’m an explorer when I travel. Not just in the unusual cities I’ve never been to but with myself as well. I learn all the things about myself that push me to new heights and I encourage myself in ways my low self esteem has never allowed me to. I say all this to say, pour but remember to refill. Some will get it, most won’t.