What is this thing I'm doing again?

I doodled that there image while I was sitting in a bar in Dublin before I arrived in Paris. The journey at that point had literally just begun and my mind was all over the place in sheer freak out mode. The questions swirling; can I really do this three months virtually solo? Will I lose everything? Will I have an anxiety attack in the next long line of passport checks? Will my camera and laptop and iPhone get jacked in the streets of Bangkok? The nerves were setting in, my palms sweaty, my stomach in knots. So I ordered another cider and told myself what I have to keep telling myself on this here journey; You're doing this because you want to change your life.  I'm doing this because I want to conquer all of the fear inside, the billowing anxiety that I've struggled with since junior year of college. I want to conquer street maps ( I know, me and maps though, yeah ) and exotic cuisines, and long cab rides and not knowing where I will rest my head next. This may seem silly to the average Joe but for those with anxiety even the simplest of things (like a long cab ride into the middle of nowhere) can seem daunting, even terrifying.  So with this I go.