roughing it.

I am pretty pleased with myself.
I did 3 adventurous things this week:

a) Camp
b) Camp with a couple on my own, and slept in my own tent alone in the pitch black night.
c) Walked/Trekked 20km in 4 hrs

And it feels good.
To top it off, we saw 3 rainbows, 1 wallaby, & 4 wombats within the 3 days we were there - perfect or no?
To say I enjoyed challenging myself is an understatement. As much as it might have been painful at times (not just the walking, but the fear of the pitch darkness and being stuck with a couple), it was a good time and the end result just makes me even more self aware and struck by how much i have grown from the incident.
I'm ready for the next challenge... as soon as I've recovered from this one.

Music: Matchbox20, Mika, Queen
Book: Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho - a stunning book, I finished it under the lamp in the tent, in Brett's sandy car, and at the train station with my 26L backpack on.
What is the meaning of madness? We think we know what madness is and it is not us. Someone else is always the mad one, we are normal ones. Perhaps though, the mad ones are the normal ones as they are able to do what they want, they know no boundaries in behaviour or thought, they are unsocialised, unheld by labels: doctors, lawyers, policemen... Most of us normal ones are embittered people who continue to live outside institutions, keeping our madness/depression inside, through high walls created.
An interesting theory, Paulo Coelho has done it again.