Birds.

Birds truly speak to my soul. They represent freedom, life, and adventure. Ever since I was a child I have felt afraid, like a little bird in a cage with the doors wide open. I was too scared to fly but knew that someday I would spread my wings and soar off into the world where I would be truly free. The only problem was I didn’t know when or how this would happen. I didn’t know how to travel. 

Early in the year 2015 I let myself truly fly for the first time.

Even though I didn’t know how to travel, I flew all the way to Alaska. Except I drove, I didn’t fly. (There’s that comic relief among all the seriousness of metaphorical writing.) Alaska is where I took my first timid steps onto my own path. The taste of travel was seeded deep in me and was now growing like a tree through my body and into my heart. I couldn’t… no I can’t lose it, nor do I want to. I fear doing that would cause me to fall into my own personal hell.

Being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints…

I am typically asked about our beliefs in heaven and hell. I personally don’t believe in only heaven and hell. Life is much more fair than that. But I do believe that we can have our own personal hell on earth.  My hell would be knowing that I didn’t fulfill my potential. That is why I want to travel and help people learn how to travel, because I believe that is part of fulfilling my destiny on this planet. Cheating myself of that would be unjust to not only me but also to all those I am destined to meet. 

Let the exploradoring begin!

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