In the words of Leonardo Da Vinci,“once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards.”
I’ve spent a lot of time in the last few months looking skywards. I long to be back in a bustling airport, getting on a crowded plane, exploring the earth with nothing but my best friends and my camera. I long to be taking in the sights and turning them into sonnets and prose and words too beautiful to comprehend. I long to be trying new things and tasting new foods and becoming.
There’s something about traveling that makes you feel like you’re becoming. Becoming fearless; becoming whole; becoming new. There’s something about the way you’re feet feel when they are walking on unfamiliar ground; the way that the air smells just a little bit different; the way your soul feels like it’s golden and full of sunshine when you’re somplace unknown.
I’ve spent a lot of time talking about every day adventures—about finding the adventures in the things that you do everyday. I know that you don’t have to get on a plane tomorrow to go and get a taste of the world to adventure. I know that you don’t have to travel to become.
You can become through the simple things in your life: through your best friend’s advice; through a baby’s laughter; through the rough days and the best days. I know that you can become by exploring the parts of your town that have seemed insignificant for your whole life.
You can become by doing something unexpected—something that you never thought that you would do or something that you’ve always wanted to do do but have been too afraid to do.
You can become by taking chances; by smiling through your tears; by screaming along with the lyrics to your favorite songs. You can become through your favorite memories and through the hopes that you’ve set for you future.
You can become. Every single day.
And even though I know all of this, I’m dedicating 2017 to traveling. I want to see new sights and hear new sounds. I want to hear Siri’s annoying voice telling me where to turn and I want to get lost not listening. I want to sit in as many plane seats as I can and write as much about each one as possible.
I want to escape my comfort zone. Our comfort zones can be beautiful places, but nothing grows there.
And I want to grow.