Slipping into the Future

slipping slipping slipping. That's one thing about work - time FLIES. Tomorrow is the very last day of January. I will soon be in the second month of the year - the month where my trip begins. I have to admit. I am really nervous. I'm excited to start the hike, I'm ready for the weather, I know all of my gear like friends. Nervousness fills my Spirit, however. Will I make it? I feel like I'm getting ready for a finals weeks - a long period of cumulative proof that I was worthy of an encounter with education, faith, and nature herself. I am unsure of how I will react to the lack of distractions. I have become conscious, very conscious of the noise that is always infiltrating us - music, crowds. Television has been a major source of escape for me over the last years... I want to handle a world without these things playing a large role in my source of entertainment and relaxation.

I have put a two week schedule together for the trip, and know that immense flexibility is the crux of my journey. My backpack sits in my room, ready to be thrown into wilderness. I look at it often. I was doing a terrific job of getting in shape, and have been held back by ridiculous weather and a nasty cold... tomorrow I'll begin again.