I'm in a cycle right now: in the mornings and early afternoons, when I think of my upcoming journey, I feel excitement and anticipation. I look at maps and pictures and imagine all kinds of great times I'm going to have. As the day wears on, however, I recall that there will be difficulties. I dread the heat, and I worry about my feet (since they have never really my allies in life). By the time I go to bed, the thoughts that plague me are "How did I ever think I could do this? I'm crazy!"
While I've been preparing physically and logistically with tickets and bag selections and final Amazon purchases (my new dri-fit socks arrived yesterday), I'm beginning to realize that so much of this adventure is going to be mental. It's going to require a perseverance that goes beyond the physical, a leaning into God when challenges arrive that I just couldn't plan for. And that's good. It's all part of the experience - at least that's what others tell me. I guess for now, I need to start engaging that mental toughness to not psych myself out. Two weeks from tomorrow I begin walking!
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