The Hardest Part

The hardest part of a journey is before the journey even takes place. Right now I am slowly saving up money that will ultimately go toward plane tickets, hostels and food. It's a constant struggle everyday trying to stay positive. With a little over 3 months to go before the trip would begin, I find myself constantly second guessing myself. Should I go back to Los Angeles? Will this trip to New Zealand help me find what I'm looking for? Is there anything to find out there?

At this point, I honestly don't need a vacation. I'm not stressed or burnt out. If anything I'm the most energized I've been in years. So why do this trip then? My main motivation for going is because I feel like I may never have an opportunity like this again. Believe me, if someone told me that I would have a 6 month break from work in a year or two then I probably wouldn't go. But that's not reality. In reality I'm going to get locked down again and could easily not have a chance to do something like this for years and years. You never know what's going to happen. So at the moment I can go...and for that reason I should. I'm at square one and nows the time.

This is what I keep telling myself when I get pressured by peers about getting my shit together. I've been in their world, it's time to see this new one before anything else.