After almost 2 years of planning, a chaotic year of change and the last few weeks of frantic work and preparation, tomorrow is departure day! Yesterday, a friend said something that reminded me of an interaction I had about the trip.
Almost a year ago, I was asked what made me think I could do it. I asked, in return, "What makes you think that I can't?" (I don't do well with "can't"). This individual said it was a crazy thing to do by myself and they would never do it. Then rattled off of a list of red herrings in the guise of reasons - bike problems, weather, road conditions, accidents, scary, dangerous, etc.. My response was "Well, the difference between you and me is that you have a problem for every solution and I have a solution for every problem. Which is why I can do it and you probably can't".
Today, as I throw myself into tying up loose ends for work and prep, the anticipation of the peace and solitude of the road creeps upon me. That feeling overrides fear and doubt. I begin to long for that feeling as I attempt to stay focussed on these last things to do.