It’s 5 pm on a Tuesday afternoon and I am getting picked up at 5.30. Rewind weeks earlier. In my mind, I have everything laid out on the couch, in order of size, frequency of use, ease of access and then packed neatly into water-proof bags. I have all the food and snacks I need to keep me happy and sustained with energy, and I have researched and reduced my luggage list down to a neatly packed backpack filled with all the items of clothing I could possibly need to keep me warm and dry. I have been training for weeks at the gym, my fitness is amazing.
Fast forward to now, I’m still frantically typing work emails before I head off to Tasmania, and my entire packing list I made up in my head is still strewn across the entire lounge room. Incomplete. Camping vomit. I went to the gym twice.