This has sat in my drafts folder since September, I think its about time it makes it on here.
When something life changing happens, like a bad break-up, the way it is handled is what determines if it is a positive or a negative. We are in charge of our own destiny. We can dwell on it forever, or we can turn it into a positive life changing event. This is not to say that we should forget, it is healthy to remember feelings and occurrences, but there is a big difference between remembering and dwelling.
When something life changing happens, like a bad break-up, the way it is handled is what determines if it is a positive or a negative. We are in charge of our own destiny. We can dwell on it forever, or we can turn it into a positive life changing event. This is not to say that we should forget, it is healthy to remember feelings and occurrences, but there is a big difference between remembering and dwelling.
When I was going through this, these positive and negative feelings, thoughts of how much my life changed in an instant and how to deal with it, the thought of travelling, of immersing myself in another culture always took away the sadness and the insecurities. Who knows where these feelings and thoughts came from. I know that the introduction to these thoughts came from a close friend who lives this type of lifestyle. All I knew at the time was that these thoughts made me happy, and at that time in my life, I held onto any ounce of happiness so tight. When Christmas was fast approaching, and I began feeling sad again, I spontaneously booked a flight to see a good friend across the country. This was the best decision I could have made at the time (although I may have made some bad decisions while I was there). It confirmed all of these thoughts of travel that I had. It confirmed that travelling is a permanent desire, not just a fleeting thought. I realized why I had these thoughts, that it may be what I am meant to do for this portion of my life, young enough to be open minded, old enough to be responsible. Age is just a number, you’re only as old as you feel, and I feel just old enough. Since this small, spontaneous trip across this amazing country, I have seen many other places in North America, many different cultures if you will, (you’d be surprised at the culture shock a Canadian girl feels in Slade, Kentucky) Each time I travel I feel the need for more, like it’s the most satisfying addiction.
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