When I tell a person I’ve just met I’m a full time travel blogger, I’ll get one of two responses….
“WOW what a dream job!”
“A travel ‘blogger’? What do your parents think?”
…welcome to the digital age, my friend. Where blogging is the new black.
But I suppose what they’re really thinking is why am I fortunate enough to travel the world for a living? What did I do to land this job? Where do I sign up!?
It’s not because of my photography skills (that still remain amateur), not because of my incredible wit (though somewhat better than my photographic skills), nor because I am a genius with world history pouring out of my brain (though I did study world history in university). No, it’s none of the above. It’s because I had the courage.
All it takes is one moment of insane courage.
All my life I had been taught conformity. Stick the rules, follow the plan, don’t venture too far beyond the normal. Go to school to get an education that gets me a job which turns into a career that pays for the mortage where my family will live and one day finish paying it off in which case I will be rewarded by a vacation at the end of my life (assuming I make it that far and am in the physical condition to still do so).
On the face of it, through an instagram gallery, it all looks very glamorous – a different country every few days, gorgeous sunsets, stunning sceneries, smiles all round. Well it is that, of course. But it’s also a constant case of jetlag, a different hotel bed every two nights, absurd sleeping patterns, a terrible ‘diet’ (or lack thereof), and restriction of friendships due to time zones/crazy work schedules. But I’m definitely not complaining. I just think it is necessary to be upfront about the reality of travel blogging – it’s still not a perfect world or an extended holiday. I still have real problems and do really mundane things such as ironing, washing, and packing my suitcase is no longer a fun experience – I do it as often as I brush my teeth (which is of course daily).
But there’s still so much I haven’t done – I still want to visit Antarctica on a wildlife expedition, snowboard in Canada, wake up in an apartment in a foreign country, climb mountains, meet the love of my life, surf in South America… the list is truly endless. But the difference between my way of living and that of many others is that I will do these things, no matter what the barriers are – financial or otherwise. I will make it happen.
I don’t have a perfect life, not even close. But I do live in a fairytale world – however it is one I have created for myself. I have had my moment of insane courage and set out to see and experience of much of the world as it will allow me to. I’ll go home eventually, I’ll settle down eventually, I’ll have a family eventually. But I will never look back and wish I had have ‘done more’, ‘seen more’, or ‘been more’. At the end of my life I will have lived my life to the fullest, know people in every country of the world, and hopefully (most importantly) left a legacy.
So go ahead and ask yourself –
What will you be remembered for?
Whatever you’re considering doing in life – a career change, a move between cities, or a small change in your day-today life…. It’s never too late to make it happen.
In the wise words (he had many a wise word) of John Lennon, “You don’t need anybody to tell you who you are or what you are. You are what you are!”