“I want to travel, but i’m scared to go alone”.
I was too once upon a time, and an unlikely turn of events kicked my ass right out my front door.
Disaster strikes at the most inopportune times. From my last post, here: (https://gypsyprofessor.com/2018/01/24/on-the-path-to-solo-travel/)
I was all set to book tickets to south eastern Europe, only waiting on my friend to stop by and pull the proverbial trigger on airfare. We had waited for weeks. I was pouring over Instagram and travel forums looking at pictures of Sarajevo, Skopje, and Dubrovnik. I was obsessed with getting over the pond. It had been far too long. I missed the feeling of the unknown, the swirl of foreign languages and the assault on the senses. We were all set.
My buddy’s excuses had put pressure on the entire process and played a bit of pinball with my level of anxiety. Almost a month delayed now, he finally showed up, but not to book…to give me one final, and fatal fucked up excuse.
“Hey man, bad news, I don’t think I can pull it off, I cant get the time off work..etc, etc.
All of the eye roll emojis in the world could not convey my feeling at that moment.
I was crushed.
Absolutely crushed. I felt betrayed, frustrated and pissed. My carefully constructed plans dashed and disregarded. But there was more.
Now that I was in my doldrums, I walked away from the computer and my buddy for the remainder of the afternoon. I went for a walk. I attempted to console myself with other options, a road trip maybe, or something domestic. I pondered and I plotted. Tied up in a knot of frustration, and angst, I felt no progress near at hand.
Eventually that night, I ended up back at my place, and in a deep google routed rabbit’s hole. I ended up falling back on some trusted wisdom from some personal favorites. Bukowski, Hunter S Thompson, and Henry Miller.
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.” -HST
“Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You’ve got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it. It’s like boats. You keep your motor on so you can steer with the current. And when you hear the sound of the waterfall coming nearer and nearer, tidy up the boat, put on your best tie and hat, and smoke a cigar right up till the moment you go over. That’s a triumph.”