As a doctor and a mother of two, my days are usually measured in clinic hours, school schedules, and endless to do lists. Life is fulfilling, meaningful, and deeply rooted in responsibility. Yet somewhere between saving lives and raising little humans, I learned that joy does not always arrive quietly. Sometimes, joy needs to be chased across time zones.
Travel has become my way of reconnecting with myself. Not the rushed, checklist kind of travel, but slow, thoughtful journeys where comfort, beauty, and intention come together. For me, joy in travel is not about escaping life. It is about returning to it with renewed energy and clarity.
In medicine, we are trained to give endlessly. Compassion, focus, empathy, and precision are required every single day. Over time, that constant giving can quietly drain you. Travel gives me the space to refill my cup. The joy of waking up in a new city, opening hotel curtains to unfamiliar views, and sipping coffee without urgency is deeply therapeutic. As a doctor, I understand the importance of rest. As a mother, I rarely prioritize it. Travel forces me to.
Traveling with my children adds another layer of joy. Watching them experience new cultures, cuisines, and landscapes reminds me of the wonder we often lose as adults. Their laughter in hotel pools, their curiosity in museums, and their excitement over simple discoveries bring a pure, grounding joy that no luxury can replicate. These moments strengthen our bond and teach them that joy can be found in exploration, not just possessions.
Style and comfort matter to me when I travel. I believe joy is amplified when you feel good in your surroundings and in your own skin. Choosing beautiful hotels, well planned itineraries, and thoughtful outfits allows me to move through destinations with ease. This version of travel supports my identity as a woman who values grace, aesthetics, and self respect. Joy thrives when there is less chaos and more intention.
As a doctor, I often speak to patients about mental health and balance. Travel reinforces those lessons in my own life. Changing environments resets the nervous system. New sights stimulate the mind. Moments of stillness improve emotional well being. Joy, I have learned, is not indulgent. Joy is necessary. It is a vital component of long term health, especially for women who constantly care for others.
Time zones blur when you travel enough, but joy remains constant. Whether it is a quiet breakfast overlooking the sea or a late night walk through a glowing city, these experiences ground me. They remind me why I chose a life of purpose and passion. Travel allows me to return home as a better doctor, a more present mother, and a calmer human being.
Chasing joy across time zones is not about luxury alone. It is about intention, healing, and balance. It is about choosing experiences that nourish the soul. And every time I pack my bags, I am reminded that joy is not something I stumble upon. Joy is something I consciously choose,
again and again.
This post was created for the Blogaberry Creative (December) Challenge with theme word (Joy).
