A Wren Says

In New Orleans, I sat on my hotel bed, peering out the expansive window that overlooked the water. I stayed there, watching the sun go down and the boats go by.  In that moment, I thought more deeply about how I want to change my life. How I miss having a space like that to reflect, to breathe, to be on my own path.

I find vacations allow me that space. I can’t say I have ever even truly taken the time to watch the sunset back at home, but something about a new place tells me it is okay to pause. I’ve often thought of myself as a “bad traveler.” I have not filled the time on any of my recent trips with excursions, save walking around the city. I thought that meant I didn’t travel well. If you didn’t see everything the city has to offer, were you really there?

Now, I am reconsidering my approach. Rather than being “bad” at traveling, I suppose I allow travel to provide me with a new perspective on myself. I allow time for reflection, be it unintentionally, to consider where I am really going in my life, in the figurative sense.

So here’s to more sunrises, sunsets, and long journaling sessions on my upcoming trips. And here’s to all the ways exploration of the world teaches me about the world within me.