I wonder why that is.
I am more familiar with dread. Or to brace myself. Dig in deep. Hang on.
But anticipation evokes a more positive sensation. It's almost excitement.
Almost.
I am beginning a new chapter of my life. Early retirement. My only poorly formed plan for how I might spend this time is about to unfold. I intend to travel. Road trips. With my dog, Zoey.
To that end, I have purchased a small cargo van that I intend to live from while on the road. I promised myself that I'd hit the road by 1st day of spring. I have campground reservations for March 22 - 25. I'm doing it.We are doing this. Me and Zoey.
And the unfolding of these long laid plans has filled me with such
anticipation. Luscious, life-affirming, terrifying and oh-so-welcome anticipation.
I have no idea what we might find or what might happen while on the road.
And, for the first time in a long, long time, I'm okay with that.
