It’s 128 days till I head off on my next big adventure – my second trek in the Everest region of the Himalayas – and I’m counting the days.
It was a big decision to make. I remember how difficult the Everest Base Camp Trek was the first time round – the hardest thing I’ve ever done, both mentally and physically, and I have to ask myself why I’ve chosen to do it again.
Guess what? I have no answer to that question.
I’ve tried to figure it out. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, a lot of talking to myself, getting all philosophical and questioning the whys and wherefores of this strange concept called life.
Why do we make the decisions that we do? What propels some of us to explore the boundaries of our mind and break through to a world that stimulates and excites us? What impels us to broaden our horizons, leave our comfort zones behind and barge into the realm of travel, adventure and exploration?
Why don’t we just bask in the comfortable cocoon that we sometimes allow society to build around us?
As I sit here today, making lists of things to buy and things I mustn’t forget to pack for my trek next April, and places I want to visit while I’m in Kathmandu, I’m excited.
I’ve got that buzz back, that frisson of elation and intoxication, that tingle of anticipation that comes when you’re planning a trip.
So, whatever it is that makes me keep wanting to travel and explore and push myself on these adventures, I hope I never lose it.
It’s what makes me who I am.