Tripping Myself Up: How NOT To Travel in One Easy Step
A few weeks ago, I plugged my contact info into the Newfoundland and Labrador website requesting a travel guide and map. You know, just to have something to thumb through while I’m sitting in my favorite chair trying not to have a stroke from internalized stress. They arrived on a winter Saturday afternoon and I promptly cracked them open to get the lay of the land.
What a gorgeous part of the world. I’d really like to see a giant iceberg floating by.
The more that I explored the idea that I’d like to go and give it a look, the more selfish it felt to consider going on my own. You know what I mean? And as I started to read more, started to consider my options, instead of talking myself into going, I began to talk myself out of going. Now, what was an exciting spark is little more than a smoldering match in an ashtray. The idea – a thin gray wisp of smoke rising up and fading away.
Sometimes (all the time?) we are our own worst enemies.
HmmHM!
Trying to get ready to leave for the eclipse and COTA.
Trying to consider all the options; ways and means and such.
Weather, shelter, comfort, vehicle condition….
It also feels like I’m talking myself out of going.
But I’m reminded of the summer of 1999, when I was whining to a coworker about how much I spent driving my family from California, to Inuvik, to Memphis and back home.
He said, “Well… there’s always plenty of reasons not to go.”
I like to think of that, and lean into the difficult path, and go.