Yesterday was the second or third time that I’ve experienced a swell of anxiety about the changes I’m making. I heard the whisperer asking, Who do you think you are? He may have been activated by a day of busyness and tasks.

The lesson: More doing does not ease the discomfort of anxiety caused by too much doing.

The hardest part of this transition so far: Both of my children are angry with me. I didn’t at all see that coming because I’ve shared my walkabout dream with them many times. Even so, my daughter said that after my divorce, she and my son both were envisioning a slightly more conventional family relationship for the three of us. My announcement abruptly upended that vision. 

I rented a space in a self-storage facility and have started inventorying what I’ll bring with me. It’s a short list (two camping plates, five T-shirts, etc.). I also reserved a U-Haul for 11:30 a.m. Saturday to start ferrying everything else to storage. If any of you are interested, I’d love to have help with that. Just let me know.