Travel – running away? Or perspective?

Last year, I went on my first solo journey to France.

I didn’t know it at the time, but I was using travel to run away from the things I was not yet ready to face.

My lack of direction, more accurately.

I went to France to run away, but realized while I was there that I had to face my fears directly. I could no longer rely on other people. I had to rely solely on my own.

I learned a lot about myself during those two months:

I love spending time on my own, in fact, I need it.

I am very patient and calm during stressful situations.

I am a good teacher.

So while this trip originated from a place of confusion, desperation and loss, I ended up finding much more than I expected.

I ended up learning more about myself.