How Am I ever Going To Do This?

It is Wednesday night. I leave for Madrid next Tuesday morning. So, while filling out a form to get TSA Pre Pass, I needed to put in my passport number and expiration date. I go to get my passport, and I can’t find it. I look where it is supposed to be. Not there. I look in all the places I think it might be. No luck. I start looking everywhere. Nada. Nothing. I was getting panicky, ready to go on the State Department site and see how long it would take to get a replacement. After an hour I finally find it and think to myself, “How am I ever going to do this?” I’ve done two Caminos, but my mind seems more scrambled this time. Did I mention I was in the hospital week end before last, got out of the hospital on Monday, experienced disturbing earthquakes on monday and Tuesday, packed on Tuesday, and flew out at 7 am on Wednesday to Saint Louis for The Gathering of the American Pilgrims On the Camino, spent a busy week end at the Gathering with two tornado warnings and flew home flew home, sleep deprived on Sunday. I’ve been cramming in last minute dentist, doctor and chiropractor appointments to see if all systems are go for this Camino. Oh and did I mention I lost the keys to my car in CVS this morning. Geesh!

Everything and then some that I am going to take is on the bed in my guest room, except of course, the things haven’t remembered yet. A spread sheet would probably help right now, at least it would be a packing list. Oh well, I will get where I m supposed to be, when I get there. It may not be where I want to be and I may not be in the shape I want to be when I get there; but I will get where I am supposed to be.

I believe that not only does the adventure continue after you return from an adventure, it starts before you leave for the adventure. I think this means that living is one continuous adventure.