Most of my life, I’ve been running groups and helping people in customer service–type roles. I’ve always been good at supporting others, solving problems, and making things easier for the people around me. Last year, though, I had a quiet realization: somewhere along the way, I got so focused on helping everyone else that I forgot to help myself. People who know me would probably describe me as pretty happy-go-lucky. I don’t take life too seriously, and I usually try to keep things light. That’s part of who I am. But it also meant I didn’t always stop to ask whether I was moving in a direction that actually felt right. Travel has always been the thing that wakes me up. Not the flashy, checklist kind, but the kind where you’re somewhere new, surrounded by different rhythms, different conversations, different ways of living. Seeing a new place, experiencing another culture, or just sitting across from someone whose life looks nothing like mine gives me energy. It reminds me how big the world really is. That feeling: curiosity, excitement, possibility is what keeps pulling me forward. It’s why my goal is to travel full-time within the next year. Not to escape life, but to live it more fully. What matters to me now, especially when it comes to travel, is feeling steady instead of rushed. Not cramming everything in. Not proving anything. Just moving with intention and enjoying the experience as it unfolds. If any part of that sounds familiar, you’re probably why I built this space.