“This hike might be the end of your book”. This is what Izaak said when I bought my ticket to England. I replied “it might be the beginning, but not that I’m interested in writing a book, Ha, I’m not a writer”.
Today I sat in Starbucks over lunch thinking about that book. What would it be about?
I opened a doc, started the outline, and it felt like it was already written. It was the strangest feeling to know the beginning, middle, and end. Of course, there is this huge piece missing, and that is England.
Yesterday I contacted Sherpa Van and got the process of reserving my lodging started for the two weeks I’m hiking Coast to Coast. Today I started writing my story. Life is funny.