This weekend, we went camping on a whim. We booked on the friday night, left on the saturday morning. It was 3.5hours , or 200km away from home. A big ask for one night away, but I find it hard to ignore that little voice that tugs at my consciousness and asks for adventure.

Despite the longish drive, the trip there passed without much anxiety. I did things that I previously avoided - for example, I usually dont like to drink water before I go somewhere, because then I need to pee, and needing to pee makes me anxious. I also wasnt going to eat my lunch until we arrived, incase the sandwich somehow made me sick (less of a vote of confidence for my sandwich making skills and more about how far I'll go to avoid the slightest possibility of discomfort),