Here
I go again, asking the familiar question. At the beginning
of each leg of my journey I seem to question my motives
for travelling? The answers vary each time, as if a new
and different person were asking. Blah Blah Blah... I'm
boring myself with my own writing. I wish I could say I
was more excited about this trip. I am lethargic and lacking
energy. Lately I have been sleeping 12 hours a day and yawning
the other 12.
I have the wherewithal to travel the world and all I can
do is whine? Could someone just grab me by the collar and
slap me a few times? Tell me to shut up and have fun? Seems
as if it should be that easy.
This time I am unclear about why I am doing this. It feels
more like an escape from my personal life at home rather
than embarking on a grand adventure. I am completing my
trip to Tierra Del Fuego because I said I would, not because
I want too.
I spent some time prior to my departure working with some
people to upgrade my website. I wanted to make it easier
for me to add to the website and send out updates. Nothing
got done. I was struggling to create something without a
spark. A ship in a fog, drifting without a rudder.
I know the fog will clear. I wish I knew when. |
