Why I Won’t Get Mad If You Call Me Lucky

Last updated on:
Some posts on this site contain affiliate links, meaning if you book or buy something through one of these links, I may earn a small commission. Read the full disclosure policy here.

It happened a couple months ago, as I was entering back into the U.S. through immigration at Newark airport. I was standing in line waiting for my turn to get stamped in when I caught a snippet of the conversation happening two immigration lines away from me.

An older African woman was going through immigration after her daughter. She handed over her passport and other documentation to the young immigration officer sitting in his cubicle, and answered his question about how long she was staying in the U.S.

“Six weeks,” she said.

“Six months?” the officer (incorrectly) repeated, incredulous. “I don't think so.”

“No, six WEEKS,” the woman corrected him.

The immigration officer then turned to his buddy in the next cubicle and said, “Six months. Maybe a slip of the tongue there?”

He kept going on about it, and then asked his officer friend if he should ask the woman to take off her winter coat.

“Are you pregnant?” he abruptly addressed the woman. And then, to his buddy in the same tone of voice: “God knows we don't need any more of THAT in this country.”

Standing two lines away watching this exchange, I was livid. Not only was this officer putting words into this poor woman's mouth, but he was acting as though she was too stupid to understand anything he was saying.

In that moment, I was embarrassed to be holding an American passport in my hand.


Now, I understand that immigration officials have a job to do. And I'm sure they come across plenty of people who ARE trying to get into the country with less-than-wholesome intentions. But that does not give them the right to treat certain people passing through immigration as less than human.

I'm not saying I've never had an issue crossing a border before (I'm looking at YOU, Canada), but never have I been profiled or degraded because of where my passport is from or the color of my skin.

After getting my own passport stamped that day, I found myself reflecting again and again on that exchange at immigration. I can't begin to fully understand what that woman was feeling at that moment, but I guarantee the feelings weren't positive. It made me seriously examine my own privilege as a traveler.

Amanda in Iceland
Reflecting in Iceland

Every once in a while, someone will say something to you – about your job or your success – that will come across as giving something outside of your control all the credit. Example: When someone says to a photographer “OMG your photos are so amazing – what kind of camera do you use?” As though the equipment is 100% responsible for those incredible images, and the photographer's talent and skill has nothing to do with it.

In the blogging (and especially travel blogging) community, comments that elicit this sort of response include “And you actually make money doing that?” (which is assumes that blogging isn't a valid career) and “You are SO lucky; I wish I could do that.”

Recently, as I was answering questions for an interview about my blog, this “lucky” comment came up. The interview question was: “It’s easy for someone to think ‘she’s so lucky' because you get to travel the world. Like something was handed to you. How would you respond to that?”

The knee-jerk response to the “lucky” comments is to respond back that you've worked your ass off as a travel blogger to get to where you are – and that most people CAN do what you're doing if they're willing to make sacrifices and put the work in.

But you know what? That's not true.

NOT everyone can travel the world like I do. Certain things HAVE been handed to me. And I AM lucky.

Amanda on Dune 45 in Namibia
Atop a dune in Namibia

As a travel blogger, it's my job to inspire people to want to see the world. I love using my site to share my stories and photos, but, at the end of the day I want my readers to book a trip or start planning a vacation to somewhere that they've read about on my blog. Destinations and travel companies I work with want this, too – it's the reason why many travel bloggers are able to get sponsored (and sometimes even paid) to travel.

But the reality is that not everyone is able to go to all the places I visit. In fact, many people aren't able to go anywhere at all.

Travel is not a right. It's a privilege – and one that I am very lucky to have.

Amanda at Horseshoe Bend in Arizona
At Horseshoe Bend in Arizona

Yes, it's true that I've worked hard over the past six years to turn what was once just a hobby into my career. A lot of my success as a blogger DOES come down to me putting in the blood, sweat, and tears.

But some of it comes down to luck, too.

I was lucky enough to be born in the United States – a place where freedom abounds and where a passport is easy to acquire. I was lucky enough to be born into a solidly middle-class family with two working parents who loved and supported me (both emotionally and financially) growing up. I was lucky enough to go to college (and then graduate school) and get a fantastic education. I was lucky enough to be born into a generation where entrepreneurship and alternative careers/lifestyles have actually been encouraged. And, yes, I was lucky to be born with white skin.

None of these things were in my control; I had no say over where I was born or to whom. All of that comes down to luck.

And it's mostly because of all that luck that I am now able to travel as much as I do.

Amanda at Lake Louise
At Lake Louise in Canada

Sometimes, when I'm looking at my blog as a business and travel as work, it's easy to forget this. It's easy to take for granted the fact that I do for a living what some people only daydream of. People who take zero vacation days a year because they don't have any, or people who work minimum wage jobs and struggle to provide their families with the basic essentials, nevermind vacations. People who live in impoverished countries, or under governments that make travel impossible.

I have struggled and worried about money over the years, but I've always been able to afford shoes on my feet, food in my belly, and a roof over my head. Many people around the world can't say the same.

All those blog posts out there telling you how easy it is to save up money to travel the world? They definitely apply to an audience of similarly lucky and privileged people like me.

If I had been born in a different country, a different socio-economic class, a different decade… my story would likely be very different.

And I don't ever want to forget that.

Rocky Mountain Track
Atop a mountain in New Zealand

I still want to continue to write inspiring, entertaining, and informative stories. I still want to show people how they can explore the world, and I still want to encourage them to do so.

But I also want to take a moment today to acknowledge how lucky I am, and to ask you to take a moment to be thankful for and aware of your own privilege, too.

Because travel IS a privilege. And I won't get mad if you call me lucky.

If you're interested in reading more about the subject of privilege and travel, here are some other posts you should read:

Have YOU ever had a travel experience that reminded you just how lucky you are?


"It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and, if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might get swept off to." - JRR Tolkien

Join the ADB Community!
Sign up here to get exclusive travel tips, deals, and other inspiring goodies delivered to your inbox.

102 Comments on “Why I Won’t Get Mad If You Call Me Lucky

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *


This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

  1. I realize how lucky I am to travel as much as I do (which is really only a couple times a year) because I have a large family and the only other ones in it who travel are my parents—something they have only recently been able to do. The rest can’t afford it. I have a travel blog and tell myself that someday when I get ‘rich’ from it I’m going to take each family member on their own dream vacation.

    What an interesting story well a bit sad about the treatment of these two ladies. It just never occurred to me that the color of your skin can provide a positive or negative experience on a daily basis. It’s very sad and we all need to do our part to combat social injustice and racism. It’s very sad that in 2020 we still need to fight for it…

      It’s not a uniquely American problem, either – though it’s perhaps more engrained into our society here. Go watch the documentary 13th (free on both Netflix and YouTube) that does a great job tracing the systemic oppression of Black people in America. But also check out the blogs of Black travel bloggers. Guaranteed they’ve all written about how traveling while Black is different, depending on where in the world they’re traveling.

    Amanda, I’m lucky I stumbled upon your bog! I think travels make us more aware of the world and the people in it, just how lucky we can be and how we can even give back. I can tell that your travels have done that for you. Well done!

    Even as a Black female, I realize how lucky I am to travel, to now live in Europe, and to speak over 5 languages. I´m lucky I was born in the States, a country where White Europeans seem to accept me more than if I had been from an African country (grrrr). (But their ignorance is not my problem even though I try to educate them from time to time LOL.) I simply enjoy my lucky and BLESSED life and keep on traveling. Thanks for this post!

      There’s nothing wrong with acknowledging the advantages we’re born with or into – I think it just makes us better people!

    Thank you for saying this. As an indigenous women, born to a teenage mom I am lucky to even be in university. I absolutely detest when people say “if you really wanted to travel you’d make it happen”. That’s not true. And it’s incredibly privileged and out of touch to say. I’ll travel someday!

      I get why people get defensive, because being able to turn traveling into a career DOES take a lot of work. But I firmly believe you can acknowledge a privilege AND still work really hard to achieve goals. I try not to forget all the ways in which I’ve been very fortunate in my life!

    I heard a saying once: Luck happens when preparation meets opportunity. Yes we are lucky but often we make our own luck.

      I think there are different kinds of “luck.” The luck I’ve made for myself out of opportunity is different that the luck/privilege I was born with and had no control over.

    I can definitely relate to that post as I am in the same position. It definitely bugs me when people think I’m on holidays when I take a work trip (which is almost ALL of my travel.) We take notes, photos, and always have to be ON when interviewing people. It’s hard work. But I love it and wouldn’t change it for the world.

      It definitely is hard work – but we’re also lucky that we’ve been able to MAKE this our work; people in different situations will never have the chance to pursue a career like this, so it’s worth reminding ourselves of that, too!

As Seen On

As Seen OnAs Seen OnAs Seen OnAs Seen OnAs Seen OnAs Seen OnAs Seen OnAs Seen On