Where it begins ...
_When I stood amid the summer and looked back, I was surprised to find that things didn't change much for the past whole year. I'm kind-of sitting in this comfort zone and be O.K. with my current on-goings, which is such a horrifying fact to realize myself.
It scared the hell out of me. That's not me, that's not who I am!
It's not a competition against anyone else. It's a competition against myself. To compare my current self with the previous me, is like hanging a crystal clear mirror in my mind. The searching and choosing of the destination has almost become a trek down the path of spirit hunting, it reminds me of the dream I once forgot, and it brings back that 'gutsy' and passionate me.
I desperately want to challenge myself. I want to know how determined or stubborn I can be, I want to know how strong I can turn into.
And there I am, three months later, on the last day of 2011, I packed my book, took my dream, went on solo, and landed in Kilimanjaro Airport, Tanzania.
Another week later, there I've learned, as long as I am determined, I can find the right way and I can do this.