Day 10 of my 30 day challenge is to write about my proudest moment. This has me “feeling some type of way” hahaha. As I try to think of my life, all almost 27 years of it, I am left to wonder what the proudest moment is. I don’t want to give a typical answer because that’s just now how my mind works. I honestly think the proudest moment of my life was when I got up and decided to book a last minute trip to Europe (the UK,Netherlands, Austria, Switzerland, Italy, France and Germany) and go all alone. I don’t know if it’s sad that my proudest moment is a vacation hahaha but it is. Yes, I’m glad that I got to see all those wonderful places and experience the different cultures, but my main sense of pride comes from getting up and going somewhere new and unfamiliar on my own. I’m very proud of it because for a very long time (my whole life until January 2014) I never thought I’d be the type of person who could go to another side of this world all alone and actually enjoy my time. I always associated any kind of vacation with my family or friends. I guess you could say that I was independent in most ways but I wasn’t when it came to travelling. I’m proud of it because of the experience I got out of doing something completely out of my comfort zone. I met the most incredible people who I now consider to be my life-long friends. I was in a different head space back then and for one reason or another felt sad. I don’t know why; I never really looked into the root of it but I just wasn’t myself. I’m so proud of it because I honestly think that getting away alone changed my whole perspective on a lot of things. I learned so much throughout my experience, not only about the places I went and people I saw but about myself. I found out so much about me that I never even knew. So yes, my proudest moment wasn’t the trip itself but the decision to go which in turn taught me more about myself than I could have ever imagined. xx