So this is 2018. And this is Plan B.
Normally, it is best to have organized a plan before trying to execute it.
However, 2017 was anything but normal, and that is how 2018 becomes Plan B.
I did have a very well-researched and organized Plan A in 2017. I was so sure that Plan A was THE plan, that I did not have a Plan B. I thought things would be very difficult and not a whole lot of fun for awhile, but I definitely did not think that Plan A was impossible.
So, had Plan A worked, I would be suffering in America right now, and freezing through winter instead of roasting through summer. I would be forging a new life in an effort to be reestablished before my parents start needing my help in the future.
Instead, I’m back to my life in Australia, minus Nigel and minus a fair bit of money blown trying to execute Plan A.
But, I am happy and content and feeling very grateful for the life that I have in this country. After an entire year where I felt like I was watching my life happen to someone else, I finally feel like my head has reconnected to my life.
After such a big year last year, I am not doing anything big this year.
No big goals, no big risks, no big change. This year I am just going to go to work and ride my bike in my free time. And that is all.
I will ride a minimum of 4200 miles and 420 different roads. But the goals end there. I still hope to find many new adventures on the bike, and this journal will chronicle those rides.
Welcome to Plan B – an open book with blank pages and the ever-present burning desire to ride.