I reminded quite often that I am brave for partaking in solo trips, and without fail, each time I chuckle and say no I am not. It is usually followed by the person saying they could never do it. Two years ago, I was the other person. I internally debated day and night whether or not I could do it. In February 2015, I took the leap. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision to pack up and head to the unknown. To say I was scared would be an understatement—I was terrified.
I had never felt a rush like I did that week. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I explored a city I had never been in. I am not brave, I am not fearless, but I believe the greatest things can sometimes be disguised in a deep fog of fear.
As I prepare to take the next leap of faith in another solo trip, I ask you to contemplate what you are afraid of doing, but can’t ever quite get the idea out of your mind. Maybe, just maybe, it’s worth the leap of faith.