After our house move a couple of months ago, I wrote this while on a train to London. It's been a number of weeks since I wrote it, but decided it would be a good idea to put this one out there in case it helps anyone else feeling this...
For anyone who knows me, they know I love to travel.
I don’t just mean getting on a plane and flying off to some far-flung hot beach, I mean, in general.
It might be a holiday, or it might be a trip halfway around the world on business.
Or, it might just be hopping on a train into London which I do a lot as that’s where most of my clients are based.
However, most people don’t know that I suffer massively from travel anxiety. (Not sure if I just made that up or not)
I’m writing this for general viewing as I believe I feel better when I put things on paper, and because I know for fact I’m not the only one who suffers from this.
What do I mean then?
Today, (mid-June 2021) I have the pleasure of finding my new route into London via train now that we’ve recently moved home and set up in village life.
I was as organised as I could be for this and looked into where my local stations were, well in advance.
On the day prior to traveling, I drove to the station to scope it out and check out parking, the ticket office, and the journey in general. I even parked up and bought my ticket ahead of my travel plans.
Why did I do this?
Because I knew how my body would react to the early start of a new journey.
Essentially, and without going into details too much, I get a bit of a "worked-up" stomach at the thought of the journey.
This isn’t just because it’s new, this is EVERY time I do something like head out for trains and planes.
Do I know why?
No, not at all. I literally have no idea why, because I love it when I’m doing it. So I’ve never figured out what sets me off and puts the cramps and nausea through my body like that.
I make sure I get up WAY in advance of having to leave the house, have tea, and slowly get sorted. With a couple of trips to the loo just to make sure I’m comfortable. (That’s as bad as I’ll let the details get)
What happens here is that my body goes into shutdown and doesn’t let me get comfortable. Which then means the first couple of hours of my day are spent in turmoil as to how I’m going to feel.
Inevitably, I’m always ok. I’m always smiling still, and I always enjoy myself. But that doesn’t stop the strange mental and physical activity that runs through my entire body every single time I go through this.
Yes, I literally get to the point of feeling a little sick, which is just ridiculous.
Can I help it? No. I really can’t. It’s just me and what my mind and body do for some reason.
If you feel the same levels of anxiety and have no idea why, please don’t worry about it. It’s actually quite normal and I know a lot of people that suffer in exactly the same way.
Why have I put myself out there with this one?
Because if it makes me feel better getting it out and on paper, it might just make someone else feel better knowing they’re not mad.
There are others in the same boat.
Don’t let these weird quirks of life get in the way of pushing through, getting on, and enjoying it when you get into it.
And just to advise, the first journey the morning after being all organised was utter shite. Because when I got parked up at the station, feeling all smug, the bloody car park pay machine took nearly 10 minutes to process the payment and print my ticket. (Apparently quite normal for those machines at that station)
I missed my train, got a later one, and ended up being late for my meeting.
Thanks for that one….
But I still had a great day and I was absolutely fine…
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