Why I Traveled Solo And Why You Should Too
As the sun rose from behind the canyon’s rim, time stood still. I took a deep breath in, a joyful tear rolled down my face, and a faint whisper escaped my soul, “I did it.” I. DID. IT. There I was 5,000 feet above the Grand Canyon basking in all its glory. There I was, just me, all alone.
Have you ever wanted something so badly, yet never made time to do it? A trip that didn’t get planned? A race that was never trained for? A moment, an experience, an opportunity, that you simply let slip away? Why? What stopped you? Was it others or was it you?