“Your writing is crap, Caroline. No one will ever want to read it. Besides, Lonely Planet has the market, as if you could ever compete.”
These were the words I heard as I sat at my kitchen table in 2008, dreaming and planning.
I had been living and traveling around the world as a teacher for 14 years and wanted to continue doing that.
But, this time, doing something I loved and was passionate about.
I’m flying home today after spending a week in the Caribbean. It’s been a week full of life change — of new perspectives gained and old passions resurrected. As I’m traveling today, waking up at 3am to drive two hours to the San Juan airport to drop a group of high schoolers off for their 8am flight, I’m wondering why I do this, why I travel at all.
The other night, I had a conversation with a young woman who had a number of decisions ahead of her, one of which is whether she would go to grad school or travel the world. I told her to travel. Hands down. No excuse. Just do it. She sighed. “Yeah, but…” Never were more fatal words spoken.