Step 3: Waiting…

I’m shit at being patient.
And apparently not so good at organisation either. Unless I’m being paid for it. Hmmm anyone want to pay me to go on my holiday?
The thing is I’m not stupid, I just get really wound up, stressed, worried… whatever you want to call it. I am a worry wart! I’m really good at planning in my head, it is when the plans turn to reality that thunder strikes.

As mentioned previously I have big dreams, and I have wasted many an hour procrastinating – by researching. My latest ‘thing’ is wanting to open my own streetwear business here in Nelson. Something to rival that of Karmaloop, but without the online empire. Last week I spent an hour looking at paint swatches, Mahogany Change Room doors and recyclable/eco-friendly shopping bags, wtf! I put it out into the universe that I was going to win the 10 million dollar Lotto prize, but apparently the law of attraction isn’t easy to master. I didn’t win, and I won’t be starting any businesses or buying my dream house just yet.

I still live at home with my parents, and as they are quite awesome, I haven’t really had to do a lot of ‘hard stuff’ for myself. The thought of travelling to the other side of the world without them, without anyone that has travelled before is shit scary for me. I consider it hard stuff. Hence my recent state of freakoutness. I have run through the trip a million times in my head, sometimes it’s awesome, but lately I seem to be able to come up with all the things that could go wrong. I know this is a terrible attitude to have but I don’t think I can help it. There have been many memorable freakouts in my life… I hope this one does not go down in history.

Today is exactly 30 days ‘til take off. So what is there to worry about?
I’m scared of missing my flight, getting stuck in queues at airports, customs, getting on the wrong bus, losing my passport, buying so much stuff and not having anywhere to put it… ARGH!

And what is there left to do in preparation?
Get my hair cut, spray tan (I have this image in my head of me wearing a new Tavik Bikini, drinking cocktails by the pool in Las Vegas… I’ll keep you posted), buy my new digital camera, apply for a credit card as back up funds, pack my bag…

Am I overreacting? Please txt, Facebook, comment, or email me with feedback or you own stories!
I hope that all this worry slowly falls away as we get closer, and jobs and preparation are completed.

Now is the ‘waiting game’. Butterflies mustn’t be far away.


Oh and lastly; so far I’m only buying a present for Demi, ‘cause she is the only one who has asked for one! But I’d love to take your money if you want some MAC (Sally) hehe.