Two weeks left
In exactly two weeks I'll be back home. By this time I'll probably be having lunch with my family in Hamilton. Everything will be different. My life will be back to "normal."
The front half of this year has been wonderful, filled with adventure and new experiences, but I have no idea what I'm doing next and that's starting to scare the hell out of me.
I imagine Tarzan swinging through the jungle. I'm about to let go of one vine and leap for the next one, except the next one hasn't presented itself yet.
Part of me is energized by this lifestyle; I think I'm at my best when I have to be nimble and make things happen. But there's a tension between stability and uncertainty that I struggle with — too much stability is boring and too much uncertainty can be unsettling.
Fear is natural and even healthy if handled in the right way. If you try to run and hide from fear, that's when it grows and consumes you. The best approach is to embrace it and move forward, having confidence that things will work out.
I think I have a lot to look forward to, and I'm optimistic that I can make the next second half of the year as awesome as the first.