HSPs and the Travelin\u2019 Blues of the Psychic Octopus<\/h2>\n

Ugh.\u00a0 Traveling. It\u2019s one of those love-hate things. You really want to be there, but you really don\u2019t want to have to go through everything it takes to get there. Oh, if only we could beam up like Captain Kirk.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been in Los Angeles once and by it several times, but it\u2019s never been my destination until now. Suddenly, thinking about how a week from today I\u2019ll be there, in the city of cars and smog and heat and rabid attention to all things superficial, is giving me agita. Like, major agita.\u00a0 It\u2019s very clear that I am being offered another perfect whopper-tunity to step into conscious awareness. Thanks a lot.<\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019m exaggerating to make a point here, of course, but not by much. Traveling and HSPs go together like oil and water: They swim around each other a lot, but try to avoid, and hardly ever manage, to fully engage.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve travelled quite a bit in my life. Short trips from NY to Boston and back on the bus for flute lessons when I was in college. Long, intense flights by air to places like Bali and Europe. Regular jaunts across the country to see family and friends. Yet every single time, my very first reaction to the plan is, \u201cUgh. Please don\u2019t make me go.\u201d<\/p>\n

It\u2019s such an odd feeling, to want to see people and be with them because you love them and miss them, and yet, more than anything else, want to stay cocooned in your own home, your own space, your own comfort zone. I\u2019ve literally gone so outside my comfort zone so many times that there\u2019s a part of me that simply wants to say, \u201cOkay. Been there. Done that. I\u2019m finished.\u201d And this, while the world spins around me with people getting on and off planes coming and going to far-off places with relative ease and grace. Or at least with the attitude that whatever incongruities they might suffer, it\u2019s all worth it.<\/p>\n\n\t

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