My Art to Traveling

For most people, it’s not necessarily the destination, but the drama associated with going from point A to point B. The mere fear of missing a flight, hurtling through the sky in a tiny spaceship where your life feels out of your hands, or the uncertainty of what awaits you at your destination can send people into a spiral of anxiety. At one point in time, this was me.

Now, traveling has become my art. It has become how I plaster different colors, or stamps in my passport, of my life on a blank canvas, creating an image of a life that has profound meaning to me: I have mastered how to move casually, slickly, and calmly as I coast from one end of the world to another via flight.

As I’ve traveled more on my own, I realized my initial anxiety about traveling wasn’t from my experience but from others’ experiences that tickled down. Growing up, although they may deny it, my parents had the travel nerves. For my mom, it was getting us all there on time and for my dad it was the fright of being on an actual airplane. As you know, we become our environment. Creating your own experiences, on your own, helps you release what doesn’t serve you. Just because it stresses someone else out does not mean it needs to stress you out.

For me, traveling has unleashed millions of opportunities. Seeing an airplane, knowing I will be going on an airplane, or needing to book a…