Three weeks before my flight, I was googling "is Jordan safe for solo travelers" for the hundredth time. My family kept sending me news articles. My anxiety kept winning. I almost canceled twice. But something about backing down felt worse than the fear itself. So I went—hands shaking at check-in, rehearsing Arabic phrases I'd never need. Petra at sunrise wasn't just beautiful. It was proof that the stories we tell ourselves about risk are usually fiction. The biggest danger in Jordan? How quickly strangers became friends. How safe I felt walking alone at midnight in Amman. How my taxi driver insisted on buying me tea. I came home with zero horror stories and a hundred reasons why I almost robbed myself of this. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #TravelAnxiety