Fears.

With just over a month to go i'm getting so excited and jumpy i'm beginning to resemble some kind of electrified meerkat. Gathering bits and pieces which will be invaluable, head light, travel towel, wet wipes, thin books, solar charger... everything small I can think of which will help me live for the next year. At the same time though, at night mostly, or at breaks between listening to people cry and depleting my Karma bank at work, little things have started to worry me.

I'm scared of becoming disheartened, of believing there's no hope. I'm scared of massive spiders. I'm scared of people dying. I'm scared of getting malaria or a tape worm. I'm scared of being alone. I'm scared of getting ill, waking up in hospital with needles in my arm and not knowing where they came from.

I don't want to put a downer on anything, but its cathartic to share these things and get them out in the open. They don't languish in my brain but exist independently here. And, to be honest, if I wasn't a little scared, I think I would be rather stupid.