Listen to this post HERE
In my last post, I talked about how I got to go on a trip with my family and how much I love traveling; this is very true.
I believe for my whole life I will be a person who thrives off of travel, but I have learned something from the year when I wasn’t able to.
When I really started to travel I knew I loved traveling, but I didn’t realize I was also using it as a coping mechanism to escape my problems.
This trip I got to go on was the first time in my life where I felt grateful for the trip I was on, but I also didn’t dread going home.
In fact, the opposite happened really.
I was very much fully in the moment when I was on vacation. I deleted my social media apps and didn’t check emails that I didn’t need to check. I stayed present as much as I possibly could (my phone usage went down 42%) so I could fully recharge.
I went on early morning sunrise walks and got in bed early. I ate food that made me feel good. I spent lots of quality time with my family.
The trip was amazing and I appreciate every moment of it, but I was also just fine with the fact that I would be going home (mostly because I was sleeping on some random couch cushions on top of a comforter on a tile floor and my back felt like that of a ninety year old) and going back to my life.
I texted my friend (hey, boo you know who you are) about how it was the first time in my life I didn’t feel sad about going home and she said I should write a post about it so here is the post.
Of course I will miss the beach, but being home and in my life now excites me. I can’t wait to see my kiddo I nanny, I can’t wait to coach, I actually wrote blog posts while traveling (this is being written on a plane ride from Atlanta to Minneapolis), and I can’t wait to do all the other things I get to do for my life.
I think I needed the year that happened to grow and focus on myself. I needed to stop and think and dive in.
How often do we distract ourselves with things to not think about what we don’t want to think about?
Honestly, most of the time I didn’t even know that I was avoiding thinking things. I just didn’t think about what I was thinking. I kept myself busy.
Busy. That’s a word I hear a lot; a feeling I know well; a thing many strive to be.
Busy, busy, busy.
Avoid the thoughts and do.
But have you ever stopped to ask yourself why?
How can you check in with yourself and see how you are really doing?
Would you be happy to come home from a trip or would you still want to escape from your reality?
I hope you find a way to always be happy to find your way back home.
Until next time,