Not everyone wants to jump out of a plane, dive to the deepest depths of the ocean or travel to the other side of the world with only a backpack for company. And whilst I admire those that do do all those things, I also have respect for those who don’t. There’s always this notion that in order to really ‘live’ you need to see the world, try something new every day or do things that scare you to push you out of your comfort zone. I know a lot of people thrive on these things and if that’s you, then go for it! But I also know people who prefer quieter lives, filled with stability and certainty and I don’t believe these people are any less ‘living’ than those who wake up in a new place every couple of months.
There’s tons of places I would love to visit. I’ve been quite lucky so far in that I’ve been to Tenerife, Lanzarote and Gran Canaria twice. Spain, Majorca and Bulgaria. Paris twice, Disneyland 3 times and skiing in the Alps. I’ve also visited lots of beautiful places around the UK like Norfolk, Snowdonia and The Lake District. This may seem like absolutely nothing to some people and fair enough on the grand scheme of things, it probably isn’t. But I don’t crave a life out of a backpack.
Having anxiety, my life and world got smaller and smaller. So new experiences now are very precious to me, as they mean a lot more than what they did 5 years ago because it takes so much more courage to actually do them. Although now, I’m a lot better there’s still the nervousness present every time I do something new. I went for my first ever massage the other day – I was nervous but I did it and I absolutely loved it. That was a new experience for me – one I know that a hella lot of people wouldn’t think twice about because it’s not a big deal. But to me, it was.
New experiences, trying new things means different things to everyone. Whilst to one person a new exciting experience may mean bungee jumping, to someone else trying a new restaurant or a new takeaway might be their idea of an exciting experience (for reals I had my first proper Indian not long ago and it was super exciting). What I’m trying to say is, everyone lives differently. Everyone needs and craves different things. Nobody is any better for doing x, y and z. Just because they’re seen as more extreme or impressive. I don’t believe travelling is for everyone. I don’t believe in order to really ‘find yourself’ you need to travel or do scary-ass things. Just the same as I don’t believe every woman should want a baby at some point in their lives.
People live differently. But as long as you live well, are kind and thoughtful and respect everyone else around you and their decisions and lifestyle choices (ya’no providing that lifestyle choice isn’t like, murder) then everyone should be entitled to live how they want and do what they want without being scrutinized for being boring or closed-minded or timid. Or extravagant or unable to settle. I’d love to visit Germany, Austria, Finland, Switzerland and a bunch of other places. But I’d also like a decent, permanent but low-key part-time job and a life of books and blogging and happiness.