Things are going from coasting to rocketing and I’m being pulled along with them, can’t quite believe that in just under two months I’ll be setting off on a bike into a crisp January morning (here’s hoping for no rain on my first day). While I’m pretty tame compared to the people out there who have crossed the world I’m seeing this foray into Europe as just the begining, a test of my willpower.
I have consistently applauded people who have pushed the limits of what others consider possible. We can all push our limits but few actually bother too. I have let my life slide into a rut of computers and office work, put on weight and cobwebs in my head until I was so sedated I didn’t even realise life was passing me by.
Now suddenly I feel alive again, I feel like there’s a purpose to everything I do. Work is just a passing curiouso which I’ll be leaving on the 19th. I keep bouncing between excitement and terror, because I’m finally approaching something that will test me unlike anything else in my life.
Kit and time is becoming a major headache, buying the last few bits and trying to work out what I ‘really’ need and what I can just buy when I happen to need it. Still it’s all baby steps, first off I’m cancelling all my direct-debits and sorting out moving home for this last month. Once that’s done I feel I can focus on what’s important, living life rather than working through it.
On a site related note, I have been experimenting with Flickr for my Gallery and Umapper for my routes, with varying levels of success, it ’seems’ that I’m getting there.
