Ever look at someone’s Instagram photo and think “I can’t compete.”
Yeah, me too. All the time, in fact.
My category is travel, but we could be talking about anything. I mean, who are these people & their ball gowns spinning in front of 500 year old monuments in foreign lands? And why? They don’t inspire me, they just leave me puzzled.
I can tell you that my travel realities are far from perfect. Hardly ever photogenic. I pack very light. I don’t want to be schlepping an oversized suitcase on public transit. And the one pair of shoes I tote around the world better be comfy & better be on my feet. There’s no room for spares.
I bring a toque to cover up bad hair days and rushed mornings. I hardly wear anything but lipgloss and since I am taking my own photos, I’m hardly ever in them.
But all this doesn’t matter because I don’t travel to impress anyone. I travel to enrich my own time on this earth. The more I learn and experience the better human I am. And the more I appreciate and understand my teeny-tiny place in the universe.
Take for example, Dublin Ireland. That’s a city with a lot going on. I really don’t need to get involved with that. I just want to take a casual look around. A bus tour was all I needed. See the high points, avoid the low and just barely get acquainted.
Here, I got the impression “tourist” is an abrasive word. I also got the impression I was getting the “tourist price” on a couple occasions. However, I will say that one of the nicest conversations I had was with a duty manager at the grocery store. My son and I walked a mile or so to a neighbourhood grocery store to pick up a few supplies for our stay and the manager we encountered was more than lovely when I posed a question. I felt like a neighbour, not an annoying parasite “tourist.” She was the polar opposite of the bus driver I encountered earlier in the day. Mister “wrong stop, get off!”
My point…..? My experience in Dublin will make me a better host in Canada. It also reminds me that what might be daily routine to you might be completely foreign to someone else.
A smile is universal and whether you wear a ball gown or not, your experience is personal and can not (nor should be) replicated. And really one of the best things I can advise, is to walk a mile in YOUR OWN shoes.