My New Travel Companions
I’ve picked up a couple of buddies for my journey. They have been a bit annoying, though, and I really would prefer they didn’t come along, but something tells me they’ll be making some appearances here and there. They showed up once our countdown timer dropped below 2 months. I figured it was short-lived, but no they decided they like hanging with me. Their names are Panic and Fear.
I should be excited, right? Embarking on an incredible adventure like we have planned. Of course! I’m VERY excited. But as it gets closer, I’m also getting nervous. If it was just me, I probably wouldn’t find myself with these particular companions. But I have a little life I’m also responsible for. Am I making the right choice for him? Sure it’s an opportunity many people wish they had had as kids, or even as an adult, but he isn’t a “typical” child.
I also ask myself regularly “Are you really sure you can pull this off?” We recently did a weeklong road trip, and it felt so good to come home, be in my own bed, use my own pillows. Can I really handle this nomad thing? What if I’m making a huge mistake by quitting my job, giving up my relatively cheap place to live, leaving all my support systems and comforts behind?
It isn’t to the point where I’m losing sleep. Yet. But we’re now officially less than a month away! That’s right, our countdown dropped to less than a month now. Talk about mixed emotions! I’ve talked to other traveling families, and they share similar feelings of anxiety, panic, you name it. And some other people who are newly on their RTW trip or are getting ready to go share similar emotions. But how do I get past it without freaking out and pulling the plug or radically changing the trip to be something less than what I really want for it?
So far what has worked is asking myself one important question: Will you regret it? Yes. Emphatically YES. If we don’t go on this trip or make it less than what we dream or hope, I will regret it for the rest of my life. I think this trip will irrevocably alter our lives (in a positive way) and give Tigger a life that I’m not even sure I can completely imagine. We get to make this trip what we want and have enough flexibility to alter things as we need or desire. Not doing it simply isn’t an option. At least not one I can live with. There’s absolutely no question that we proceed.
I’d still rather leave my two little friends behind, but I think we’ve come to some sort of an agreement: They can annoy me, but they won’t stop me. I can live with that.