Gloom, Despair and Agony on Me
I came home literally crushed, broken, empty.
I couldn't understand what had happened. All that planning. All those months of selling and giving away nearly all my stuff. Had I heard incorrectly? Did I follow someone else's light? No job, no vehicle, no income to pay all the bills which had not ceased flowing into my mailbox!
I thought I had researched thoroughly. The tent, the shoes, the sleeping bag. What the heck had happened?
Well, of course, for one thing, I know I had carried WAY TOO MUCH STUFF! Trying to carry all the comforts and security of home along with me was a problem. And I had not factored in the weight of the rig I pushed nor had I pushed it, fully loaded, in an area representative of most roads I would be traveling on.
OK...check.
But there's more (there usually is isn't there). After a couple days of licking my wounds and whining A WHOLE LOT, I pulled myself together and walked to the post office. And what to my wondering eyes should appear but bundles and bundles of bills, my dear! I thought I'd attended to that prior to my departure. I thought I'd factored into my finances journeying money as well as back home expenses.
I thought wrong. My thinkin' was stinkin' as my father used to say.
I'm now so grateful to have been close enough to return home with little problem and to attend to these issues. My plan had always been to come home and sell my house at the conclusion of the walk. My house goes on the market today, at the conclusion of the first leg of my journey.
Cause I'm not done!
I couldn't understand what had happened. All that planning. All those months of selling and giving away nearly all my stuff. Had I heard incorrectly? Did I follow someone else's light? No job, no vehicle, no income to pay all the bills which had not ceased flowing into my mailbox!
I thought I had researched thoroughly. The tent, the shoes, the sleeping bag. What the heck had happened?
Well, of course, for one thing, I know I had carried WAY TOO MUCH STUFF! Trying to carry all the comforts and security of home along with me was a problem. And I had not factored in the weight of the rig I pushed nor had I pushed it, fully loaded, in an area representative of most roads I would be traveling on.
OK...check.
But there's more (there usually is isn't there). After a couple days of licking my wounds and whining A WHOLE LOT, I pulled myself together and walked to the post office. And what to my wondering eyes should appear but bundles and bundles of bills, my dear! I thought I'd attended to that prior to my departure. I thought I'd factored into my finances journeying money as well as back home expenses.
I thought wrong. My thinkin' was stinkin' as my father used to say.
I'm now so grateful to have been close enough to return home with little problem and to attend to these issues. My plan had always been to come home and sell my house at the conclusion of the walk. My house goes on the market today, at the conclusion of the first leg of my journey.
Cause I'm not done!
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