I am a planner and I like ritual. I wanted to transition into the second half of this journey on my birthday, my transition into a new age. I have held a lot of symbolism herein; it would be a time to cross over, to leave some stuff behind and to move on, move ahead in a new direction. I have spoken a lot about fears, well, maybe I haven't been talking about them but it's at the forefront of my mind. I'm an urbanite. I have worried about every crack in the woods and stranger that approaches. Where am I now? Much more at ease. I have a regular routine. I keep an eye to the sky for weather. I eat just enough to keep the balance of energy. Being too full is uncomfortable. I unconsciously look for signs of change, or imminent change and I feel rain when it's brewing. I know what a hotspot feels like and finally, I pay attention. I am ready for what might come but I'm relaxed enough to enjoy the wave of an ATVer. My pack fits me like a glove. My body is strong and holds me up. I break when I need to. I soak in it. Most of this I couldn't do comfortably just a few weeks ago. My senses have sharpened. My mind has settled. And as cliche as it sounds, I am walking in the moment and looking out through my eyes. So now what? The countdown to home begins. I'm on the other side.