Worry

I don’t find worrying useful. Ever. A useless emotion. The things I worry about rarely come to pass. And if they do, worrying doesn’t help. If the worst happens, you deal with it. But my firm policy doesn’t scare the feeling away completely. Something about the process of traveling half-way around the world makes me worry. Not about the plane crashing. Will I make my flight connections? Will I have a problem at immigration? Will they lose my suitcase? I’m much happier now that I’m here. Even if something goes wrong now, it’s a South African adventure.