What question are you asking?
I constantly get told that I am brave and lucky for all of the travelling I have done over the past 19 years. But, my thought is this:
I think, if you want something badly enough then you will just do it. You will take the risks, make the decisions and simply get up and go. A powerful question I always ask myself is ‘what will happen if I don’t do this?’ and that normally scares me more but gets me to take action!
I have been in this situation many times, asking myself what will happen if I don’t take this chance. And after I asked myself the question - I always took the chance! Living a life of regrets and wishing I would have taken more chances was something I never wanted to do.
Reflection helps
Nowadays, after living and working in 11 countries over 17 years, I can look back on my life and realise how much travelling I have actually done and how many chances I have taken. Reflecting on all of my past decisions and experiences, I now realise that I have actually been quite brave afterall.
It only seems like a few years ago now, when I followed my instinct and left the UK after receiving some terrible and shocking news. I just wanted to leave for a while - escape from the dysfunctional situation that I found myself in.
At the time, I didn’t feel I had many choices, so I completed my teacher training. This seemed like the easiest way for me to be able to work abroad. Switzerland was at the top of my go-to list, but I ended up starting my journey in Turkey as I met some Turkish friends during my teacher training. It seemed relatively easy to gain some teaching experience there first and then head to Switzerland afterwards.
Awareness is a step
During my time in Turkey, I began to really grieve. I was then able to realise and admit to myself that the death of my father had been the reason I had been so depressed and had wanted to leave the UK in the first place. Up until that point I hadn't admitted it to myself. I felt that I didn’t deserve the level of pain that I was experiencing because he wasn’t my biological father, but once I let that go and admitted that I was grieving, I was able to start healing. Giving myself permission was my first step.
This was the beginning of my grief journey and I still had a long way to go, but the relief and knowledge of this awareness seemed life changing to me.
Do you need to give yourself permission to heal?
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