Back in 2016, when I walked the Spanish Camino for 6 weeks, I had only pre booked 2 nights accommodation. I think it was on that trip when I learned to trust the now.
Don't get me wrong, I still had moments of terror but once I recognised the specifics of my fear, I could work on them and relax. Strangely enough, it all worked out fine.
So yesterday I was sitting with my paper atlas and plotting and planning mg upcoming road trip and I could feel the rise in anxiety. Another 6 weeks for my World Tour of South Africa and there was a part of me trying to book everything. I realised that I was perplexed so after Rusty's social dog walk, I never looked at my atlas again.
Today I had the atlas on the table but a thought crossed my mind, "There are hundreds of different places to stay and it's not peak season-relax".
So I did.
Some plumbers were working on the solar geyser so I decided to carry on reading my Christmas present book about running. It reminded me of so many good things that I relaxed totally and enjoyed reading the paper pages.
I also had a flash of my childhood dog who looked like she was one of Rusty's ancestors. I suddenly felt warm and fuzzy at the memory of this beautiful dog who I spent many hours playing with in my youth. Her nature was very similar to the current version of canine.
Plus: I'm pleased to report that there were no Rusty streaks down side streets this morning, I think all the socialization wore him out and tonight was a repeat gathering of furry friends.
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