The braver I get, the luckier I am

Do you know the first time I went solo travelling I was just 21 years old. I'd never left home for longer than a few weeks at a time (for Uni) and back then, whenever I had a bad day I'd simply call up my dad and he'd drive up to Leeds to collect me. 

Making the choice to do something I dreamed of but which scared the hell out of me wasn't lucky, it took courage.