TRAVEL PLANS?!

I didn’t grow up thinking I’d travel the world.

That idea felt far off—like something other people did. Folks with money, connections, or some big plan. But deep down, I always had this feeling. Like I was meant to see more than what was in front of me. Like there was something out there calling me—bigger than my block, my city, my comfort zone.

And now? I’ve been blessed to touch places like Aruba, the Dominican Republic, Amsterdam, Spain, Turkey, Jamaica, Mexico—Tulum, Cabo, Cancun. That’s not even the full list.

Every destination gave me something new—new air, new energy, new perspective. The views? Insane. The cultures? Eye-opening. The food? Man, some of it had me going back for seconds. Others had me fighting through the first bite—but I tried it all, out of respect. That’s what it’s about. Respecting where you are, stepping outside what you’re used to. Because growth don’t come from staying comfortable.

Coming from Detroit, I know a lot of people who never had the chance to leave the city. Never been on a plane. Never seen a beach outside of a music video or Instagram post. So every time I step off a flight in a new country, I don’t take it lightly. I’m not just sightseeing—I’m soaking it all in. Every landscape, every plate of food, every conversation—it sticks with me. It humbles me. Because I know how rare this is, how sacred it feels to experience life on this level.

I’ve walked through neighborhoods I couldn’t pronounce, eaten meals I couldn’t explain, and met people who didn’t speak my language but spoke to my soul. That’s what travel does—it reminds you how big and how connected the world really is. You realize we’re not as different as we think. And that changes how you move.

It’s not just about stamps in a passport. It’s about perspective. It’s about breaking out of your shell and seeing life through a wider lens. Every place I go adds something to me. The laid-back love in Jamaica. The soul in Spain’s sunsets. The rhythm of Amsterdam’s streets. The spice in Turkey’s food. I bring all of it back with me. Not souvenirs—but memories, insight, flavor.

And this journey? It’s not just about me anymore.

I think about my son. I want him to grow up knowing the world is his too. I want him to see more than one side of life. To sit at tables where he doesn’t understand the language but still feels the energy. To taste things he’s never heard of. To know that the world is full of life, beauty, struggle, and love—and it’s all worth experiencing.

This is how I lead. By living it. By showing him what’s possible. By being proof that where you start doesn’t have to define where you go.

I still got places to see: Morocco, Bali, Cape Town, Tokyo, Greece, Thailand. The list keeps growing. I’m not rushing through it—I’m embracing every step. Every trip is a reminder that life is meant to be lived wide open. Not just working to survive, but exploring to feel alive.

So when I say “Travel Plans?!”—I’m not just talking about where I’m headed next.

I’m talking about how I want to live.

I want to keep growing. Keep discovering. Keep becoming more than I was yesterday. I want to stay curious. I want to keep learning. And I want to carry the people I love with me on that journey—whether physically or through the stories I bring back.

If you’ve been holding off on that trip, waiting for the right moment—this is it.

Go.

Go see something real.

Go feel something different.

Go let the world remind you how alive you really are.

Because life isn’t meant to be lived in one corner. The world is out there—and it’s calling.