As my time at my job slowly comes to and end, people are hired to take my place, and thoughts and talk of the future come more and more frequently, I find myself starting to freak out a bit.

“So…what are you going to do when you come back?” “What happens when you run out of money?” “You’re going by yourself??”

To which I answer aloud, “No idea.” “I’ll figure it out.” “Yup.”

But in my head I’m thinking “That’s something you should probably have a plan for.” “I’m most likely going to end up living in a cardboard box.” “Girl you are straight up batshit crazy.”

While I’ve had doubts I am doing the right thing by leaving everything behind to travel, the fact that I officially quit my job, I’m in the process of selling my car, I’m cleaning out my room and getting rid of a ton of junk, and I leave San Diego 2 weeks from today is making me ultimately question my sanity.

I could very easily be gone for 5 months (instead of the planned 3 years) and come home with no money, no car, no job, and no plan for the future. I’m not saying that is what’s going to happen, but it could. And that is scary as hell.

Doubts are sneaky little things that can make a person backpedal like it’s their job. And I’ve been there multiple times throughout this whole endeavor but it’s getting worse.

That’s why I started telling people right away. I knew that if some of my friends and family knew what I was planning it would hold me accountable in some way. Sure I could still back out but there would be people who would know I chickened out. I couldn’t just shrug my shoulders and say “oh well” in silence.

And now that I have my tickets bought, my notice given, and many more friends and family who know and now will be reading this blog, it makes it even more impossible for me turn tail and run. Which is a good thing.

Because this is an amazing opportunity and I will have enough stories to tell to last a lifetime. But if I were to allow my doubts to win and let the fear of what I’m about to do outweigh the potential benefits, I will regret it.

So if you have something you really want out of life, don’t let the doubts steal the good that might come if it because you’re afraid to try.

I very well might epically fail at this whole travel thing. But at least I tried.

Have you ever let your doubts stop you from doing something? Were you able to overcome your doubts to experience something amazing?