I’m writing you from a beautiful park bench in Copenhagen, the leaves are falling around me, I have a mild breeze on my neck and can hear the laughs of children in the distance. The water is flowing steadily from the fountain in front of me and I'm feeling great. Now before this starts turning into some corny autumnal poem about the turning of a new leaf, I wanted to share with you what I got up to yesterday.
Over 40km of cycling later I’ve managed to find two of the six hidden giants of Copenhagen. When I was mapping out the bike route to the giant's locations, my phone was telling me that it would take something like 30 minutes to get to the first one. I tend to have this mentality to get up and go, so when I saw 30 minutes I thought it would be nothing. From what I’ve read about Copenhagen, it's apparently a generally flat city. But I guess I’m the lucky one who found the only giant ass hill in all of Denmark, cause I was struggling.
I remember before reaching the first big incline I was already doubting myself. My legs started to shake, my throat started burning, I had sweat dripping off my face onto my shoulder. When I made it to the top of the hill I stopped, downed my water and celebrated this tiny victory which reminded me to stay persistent. More importantly, it reminded me to push past that loud voice in my head telling me that I can’t do it.
Every day I experience self-doubt, and it’s an unsettling feeling. However, I’m beginning to realize the reward when I push past what that voice is telling me.
Today I want to encourage whoever is reading to go out there, push past that voice that tells you that you can’t do something. Today, do something that scares the living shit out of you. It's not going to be easy, but it will be worth it.
I was telling a new friend the other day that it didn’t hit me that this trip was a reality until I was at the restaurant with my Mom before I boarded my plane. “What the hell was I doing?” All the looks people had been giving me for months, all the questions that people were asking about this 'trip without a plan', and I had no answer for them finally started to settle in. I can remember getting on that plane just a couple weeks ago scared shitless, but there was also a part of me that knew it was the right thing to do and knew that there was something important in store for me.
Now today, fifteen days into this trip, still with so many unknowns, like where will I sleep next week?, when will my money run out?, should I go home?... I find myself at complete peace with this entire experience. It could all end tomorrow and I would be satisfied with everything that has happened. It's all about learning to live in the moment.