**Caveat: posts for the foreseeable future are all done on a tiny keyboard and with minimal formatting possible. Please forgive the messiness. It reflects where I am right now. 🤷
In truth, I am not strong. I am determined. I am stubborn. I am not strong, I hide the anxiety and the uncertainty and do it anyway.
The adventure that I am beginning is big, busy, and was planned with two of us in mind. The run-up to today has been exciting, frustrating, and has frequently ended in tears or feeling like I am drowning. I am doing it anyway.
Today I travel with only “the kids” to keep me company.
The first flights were easy. The “kids” were unruly and insisted on cava/prosecco. What could I do? This is how we always travelled, so I see it as respect. ❤️
I have travelled sola since the Basha’s death, but this trip is fundamentally different. This was planned by the two of us, for the two of us, therefore his absence feels more intense.
I am anxious, excited, sad, and scared. And I am determined to do it anyway.
You know, Kate, people never see themselves as they actually are. Looking back over your life will give you a good idea of who you actually are, what you stand for, whom you love, what you’ve accomplished. The history of your life is one of great accomplishments, fearless travel, many friends, a happy marriage and bravely taking on new situations as they arose all over the world. Cut yourself some slack. You have an enviable life and will continue to do so – it’s who you are.
Love, Dad
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You’re anxious and uncertain but forge forward anyway. That fits my definition of a strong person. You have a plan and you’re more than capable of carrying it out. Bon voyage!
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