It was once said “a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step”. I've had this quote on my wall for the last 4 months. But as I sit in the airport about to start my own adventure this makes more sense to me than ever before. Making the decision to leave was not the hardest part: but the process of leaving the people I care about the most. I dislike goodbyes. I wonder if I'll get used to them?
I’ve been energised by the people who have been inspired, by even the idea of what I am about to do. This has even extended to brief encounters with everyone from taxi drivers to cashiers. There seems to have been an overarching theme. “I wish I’d done that” or “I wish I was brave enough to do that”. Fear it seems controls more people than I ever believed. Perhaps my actions will inspire at least one of these people to take the leap. Because if anything I’ve already proved that it’s possible.
/End preachy, whiney post.
Next stop Myanmar, let the adventure begin!
To be continued....