Adventures Don’t Happen In Your Armchair by Lara Livingstone
This week I received a lovely DM from a new IG buddy who asked the following
“It says in your bio that you’re a solo traveler. How is it to travel alone? I have always wanted to travel alone, but I’m scared to take the first step”.
Fear is the big bad wolf that stops us shattering our comfort zones, go after our goals and achieve the dreams we all long for. I’ve always loved to travel, but until the harsh reality of a redundancy notice from my job and my Mum being diagnosed with cancer (and fortunately beating it) opened my eyes to fragility of life and needing to live it fully every day.
I remember during my very first solo travel adventure to Paris because I was petrified for most of it. I was in the most romantic city in the world, having been recently dumped by my then boyfriend, in a lovely hotel, just around the corner from the Moulin Rouge and for the first few days, I’ll admit I was terrified and didn’t quite know what to do with myself. .
I was terrified to go out and explore Paris for the dumbest reason – in case I got lost?After all my schoolgirl french was not going to bail me out of any requests for directions. I avoided talking to anyone, save for the hotel staff and the girl at the coffee shop I visited around the corner from my hotel.
When I did leave the hotel, I walked in a cloud covered dream, avoiding looking at anyone.
I finally owned up to my fears onto of a tour bus. I cried like a baby, about my failed relationship, my Mum’s illness, the loss of my job and my lack of confidence. As the tour bus pulled up outside the Louvre, I resolved to let the past go and embrace the unknown.
I’ve been travelling now for the past two years and in those moments of doubt or loneliness, that inevitably come from not being rooted at home, I often remind myself of how bad things were before I took the leap to become a solo traveler.
Dreams do come true.