A Love Story

It’s 5 am on a Tuesday morning and I’m having a hard time staying awake at work. Things are stable, so it makes it even more difficult for me to keep my eyes open. To distract myself from the thought of heavy eyelids, I did what I usually do: looked through photos in my phone. As I swiped through old and new, my smile got bigger and the feeling of sleepiness has now officially left me. This post is a love story - a story about how I fell and continue to keep falling in love with my life and all of the amazing adventures in it.

 I was never the adventurous one growing up. Although I had a semi-social lifestyle, I was either too shy or too uncomfortable to do physical activities that got me out of my shell. Prudent in nature, I’d watch and envy those around me who were up to exciting things and would distract myself by browsing though the latest T.V. shows. 

 This is not a sad story, but it is an honest one. I often felt like the one looking outside of the window and envying all those who were gutsy enough to get their feet wet in regards to anything challenging or outside of their comfort zone. I always wanted to be this person, but never really knew where to start and who to follow. 

 My journey started over a sushi dinner I had with a friend. A couple of bottles of wine in our system, I spontaneously said yes to a hiking adventure through Scotland. It all went uphill (literally) from there. My feet nor my body were used to keeping up with my newly developed passion for the outdoors, but I couldn’t help but love every moment of it - even the moments that I hated. The happiness I felt was so much greater than the self-consciousness that was my wingman for all these years.

 Now, on a daily basis, I tackle my nerves that tell me I’m not good enough. I challenge myself and surround myself with all things beautiful and exciting. 2018 is worth being proud of. 

Tam got out of the cabin. #inspiringpost