This “Eat. Pray. Love” trip in London is coming to an end. I began this journey

This “Eat. Pray. Love” trip in London is coming to an end. I began this journey as a rebellion against myself. I always said, I could never fly overseas by myself. I’d be way too scared. How would I navigate without knowing anyone? What if something bad happened and no one would be there to help? All these super negative and overly exaggerated thoughts. Y'all know that little voice. I kept focusing on all the ‘bad’ possibilities instead of the good what ifs. I was so afraid to do a lot of things last year because of fear, but I made a promise that I was going to do that less in 2017. This trip was that promise. Massive turbulence on the flight in (yes, I thought I was gonna die), to my wallet being stolen (don’t worry, I’m taking care of it. All is not lost!), and walking so much with a 30plus pound backpack that wore my back and legs out (Extra strength Tylenol was my bae), none of that compared to the faces I connected with, the music I danced to, the stories I wrote, and the kiss on the back of a 2-tiered bus I shared. This year, I’m gonna keep the momentum going. Even though I’m gonna have my moments. I’m growing and learning and looking quite fashionable simultaneously. How does that girl do it? IG: Lvernon2000 www.beautyandthemuse.net -- source link

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