The day has been book ended by What If’s…starting with the worst case scenarios of going through in my head what could possibly go wrong. At times it feels like everything could go wrong. What if I get a bike problem I can’t fix? What if I run out of food? What if I get lost? What if… What if… What if… I could go on and get myself in such a frenzy that I wouldn’t turn a single revolution let alone 4,500 miles. So Kim advised me to write all my What If’s down on paper, and go through them and put t
The reality of what I’m undertaking is kicking in. I’ve handed in my notice, I’ve booked my flight, I’m getting the kit and suddenly the theoretical idea that I have flippantly spoken about is now taking on a different edge. So what are the fears? Loneliness, physical capability and the excitement of being on the open road is tinged with the fear of the unknown. The stimulus of that unfamiliarity is what drives me… new horizons, new cultures, interactions with strangers… an adventure, a story. But at this planning stage where a map and an unpronuncible place name is all I have, I feel overwhelmed.
But I know, that once those wheels start turning, and the landscapes unfurl that the sense of freedom will return and dominate all the limiting ideas that are currently swirling in my head.