I Didn’t Wake Up Brave. I Just Stopped Waiting
I want to write this properly, because the last few weeks of my life have been a blur, and I don’t want to lose the truth inside it. It pains me. Seeing people out there, living the life that I want. Travelling the world. Seeing the world. It pains me. It hits something in my heart, in my soul. I really want that. It is a painstaking kind of pain. cr: pinterest What happens if I stop waiting? Waiting for the right time. Waiting for enough money. Waiting for the right opportunity. Waiting for when I have energy. Waiting for approval. Waiting for chances. Waiting for yes. What if I stop waiting for all of that? What if I just go? Not enough money. No comfy backup cushion. No return flight. Nothing properly set up. What will happen? One of my traveller friends said something to me this year. If it goes wrong, there is always a ticket to fly back home. Always. And she also said, if it goes right, it’s one of the most magical and truest things you will ever do in your entire life. It felt l...
