As most of you know, this week has been a challenging one for me. When I said goodbye to my girlfriends in Bangkok I was hit by a paralyzing fear: suddenly I was traveling solo, with no safety net at the other end of the journey. Where was I going? How should I get there? Who was I going to fret to when I didn’t know what stop to get off at on the train? Who was I going to eat dinner with? Who was going to watch my bags while I went to the bathroom? As the panic started to rise in my gut I tried to calculate how I could change my flight and fly home right then and there. But then I bargained with myself. Just give it a week. Just make it through the day. Just put one foot in front of the other, again and again.
And as I boarded the train to Ayutthaya, I repeated one thing to myself over and over again, holding onto its sentiments and treating it as a mantra:
Mrs. Roosevelt may not have been thinking of travel when she said it, but this quote for me embodies what can make travel such a life changing experience. Every day on the road you are either given (or forced into) a situation where you can face your fears, challenge yourself, and grow.
Eleanor would be proud of me this week.