On Wednesday, I leave for the Appalachian Trail. All of the big boxes are checked: I’ve taken a leave of absence from my job, (Thanks Amy and Mimi), made a deal with the devil, (Thanks Texas National Guard), and I’ve registered for classes in the fall, (Thanks Texas State University registrar).
By Thursday, I’ll be on a trip I’ve dreamed of since I was a little kid. Dreams really do come true!
Despite all of my excitement, I’ve been having some mixed feelings about leaving. In particular, I’m struggling with one very unfamiliar emotion. For the first time in a very long time, I’m worried. Let me explain. Continue reading