I’m in India, less than halfway through an epic 3300km journey.
With 1800kms to go, I am nowhere near the end. If I were to be honest, based on how things are tracking, I don’t have any certainty that I will make it all the way from the west to the east of the country as I planned.
But, my mantra from the beginning is one day at a time and if necessary — 1km at a time. I keep reminding myself that within a few hundred kilometres I will be nearing the foothills of the Himalayas.
No day has gone to plan and the first few weeks were all about getting comfortable with the inevitable discomfort, pain, and unpredictability. But once I accepted this as my new normal, I could live utterly in the present — without judgment for wanting anything else.