I’ve been meaning to post all week but between the packing and the unpacking and the repacking, I’ve kept putting it off. Also because I’m scared.

Not scared of of the blog but scared of the trip, if it’s the right choice to go away, am I going to be safe? Will I be able to cope by myself? And all those other thoughts that burrow into your head, make a nest and then have awful baby thoughts that are just as bad.

And I’m done, I’ve had enough, I refuse to entertain these thoughts any longer. They don’t help me and they don’t help anyone else.

Come Wednesday I am picking up my over sized bag and I am marching my self (well driving for a while first but then marching I promise) up to that check in desk and I am checking in for my flight.

I am going to read awesome zombie books (they make me feel better) watch awesome action movies (nothing like the end of the world to put your problems in perspective) and remember that not everyone has the opportunity to fly overseas and have a wonderful holiday, and to be thankful that I am one of the people that has that chance.

I am going to rock up in London tired and so excited I could burst and I am going to have a wonderful holiday if I have to have a panic attack a minute for the whole damn trip to do it.

Because I will not let fear stop me.

So to everyone out there who is facing your fear boldly or sneaking up behind it and smacking over the head I salute you with the only thing that can always make you feel better. Cupcakes!