I was in an airport en route to Chennai for a hectic few days in India to attend two weddings when I found myself next to what I took to be another European, based upon their appearance. I smiled and asked if they spoke English. They did. Why were they flying to Chennai, I asked. They said they were visiting a friend who lives there. What did they do for a living, I nosily enquired. They said they worked in a shop, and had decided to travel “to improve myself”, they said.
We got on the plane and other than smiling at the baggage collection belt when we had arrived at our destination and wishing them a pleasant trip, that was the total of our interaction. But what they said stayed with me. Travelling to improve myself. I thought about this a lot during my own trip.
I had not initially looked forward to my trip to India. It had come during a busy time at work, or at least I was concerned about taking the time off after only recently taking annual leave. It would be expensive, or at least an unplanned expense, and travelling to and from India was going to be such a hassle.
The sole purpose of the trip was to attend two weddings, one of a family friend and another of a member of the extended in-laws. Both were important to the family and therefore that we as members of the family in the UK made the effort to attend. Right up until a few days before the trip I was considering not going, but we went, and everyone was pleased to see us.
As well as some gifts and of course our luggage, I took myself, and by that I mean I took my thoughts, prejudices, and judgements about the trip and what I expected to happen. It reminded me of Jon Kabat-Zinn’s book, “Wherever You Go, There You Are.”. We can go anywhere, travel the world even, but our thoughts are our constant travelling companion. We cannot get away from ourselves by getting away from it all.
I did take one extra thing with me this time, something that I had only recently picked up. I was reading some self-help on self-talk and an author had suggested that in order to combat negative self-talk, try saying to oneself “What if it all works out ok?”. I lost count how many times I quietly repeated that mantra during the trip but I feel as though it did work, and it made me more mindful of what was happening. Instead of expecting things to be unsatisfactory in some way, it allowed me to be open to things being neutral or even satisfactory. And more often than not, they were.
Reflecting upon my encounter in the airport and the idea of travelling to improve oneself, I kept coming back to thinking that it’s not the places we visit that changes us, it’s what or how we think about them. And that thinking has the possibility of altering in some subtle way how one thinks more generally, being exposed to new situations, cultures, customs, and well, just getting out of a routine. I’ve felt very much in a routine of late, and so getting out of it was more refreshing than any amount of time at home thinking the same thoughts about the same things.
In the end the trip to India was fine. Enjoyable, even. Visiting the extended family was well worth the effort of undertaking the trip and everyone was pleased. The concerns about missing work were unfounded. I missed nothing. The hassle of international travel wasn’t that bad, and the journey there and back were uneventful. The change of pace of life was actually a kind of boost. So yes, I too feel somewhat improved by being open to this experience.