So I went on holiday for the first time in 18 years.
I’ve probably mentioned it on here at least once, but for those out there who don’t know I’ve suffered with travel-focused anxiety for a really long time, well over half my life in fact.
So when I managed to travel 122 miles a week ago I was pretty damn impressed with myself.
Honestly, I don’t think I can remember a time in my life where I’ve felt so... Calm I guess?
And not only that, but I also pushed through a bunch of other barriers in my life while I was out there.
I went on one of those rides where they put you in a roll cage and slingshot you straight up... It was hell on earth, but I lived.
And immediately after doing that, I proposed to my Girlfriend of almost 10 years.
Also, I went in the ocean. I don’t mind water in general, in fact I love to swim. But the ocean is outright terrifying to me. Too many unknowns. But lo’ and behold, there I was going for a full blown swim in the thing.
So all told, this week has seen me push my comfort limits, travel roughly 240+ miles and change, finally get round to promoting myself to a Fiancé and finally learn to just relax and not let things bother me.
Total success.












