Many of my friends complain about their parents nagging them to do things, which usually surprises me. After all, we are adults now. We own our cars, pay rent, have jobs, cook food, provide for ourselves to a certain extent. So why, I have wondered, do some of my friends still feel that their parents nag them? Or, more importantly, why do they still listen to it? I always thought they had a choice and were simply incapable of "cutting the cord" effectively. I will no longer sit in judgement, my friends, and I apologize for writing off your complaints while I sat on my high horse of non-nagdom. I decided to finally write this blog because my mom, incredible, strong, patient, funny, wise woman that she is, nagged the hell out of me. (Notice, mother o' mine, that I did so because of your silence on the subject for the past week. It was noted and appreciated.)
In my mother's defense, I am a master of procrastination. I have often heard a wise saying that mentions not putting things off for tomorrow when one could accomplish them today. I would counter with my own wise saying, something along the lines of "Umm, because I could just as easily do it tomorrow, and today it's sunny." While I have come a long way in accomplishing my work faster and have learned to appreciate just getting things done so I can relish my free time, a few tasks still fall through the cracks. This post being one of them. So here it is, no real purpose or direction, just a daughter's duty to appease her nagging (in the most affectionate way) mother.
I leave for Nepal in eleven short days. I am halfway packed, halfway prepared, mostly excited, and a little apprehensive. I've traveled before, some trips short and some long, but for some reason this trip has me a little stumped. I have no doubt in my mind this will be one of the most breathtaking places I'll ever visit. I think I am just a bit scared that I haven't prepared enough. Maybe I haven't prayed enough to really experience everything I can while I'm there, haven't focused on getting my heart and mind ready. What if I get back and realize I completely missed something? What if I have crazy culture shock and can't appreciate anything? What if I get annoyed and don't want to get to know people? What ifs are terrible little creatures and I won't allow them on this journey. Just decided. The fact that I am aware of these fears means that I will (hopefully) be able to recognize them if they crop up. So instead, I'm going to stop worrying, trust that you guys are praying for my trip, and enjoy my last few days before I leave. No what ifs allowed.
In the meantime, I'll be breaking in my new hiking boots and taking as many showers as I can before baby wipes and creek baths become the norm. I'm off to hit the trails, tiny though they may be compared to what is just around the corner, and hope this post will calm the seas for a few days.
Lova ya momsy!
