Okay so I retired a few years ago and the plan was to travel and enjoy life. The problem is I didn’t realize how stuck I was after years of just work and home work and home, etc. So the last few years I have travelled a bit but I am finding myself becoming even more of a hermit but not intentionally. It’s so easy for me to just sit here and do nothing but eat and take naps. Which brings me to why I decided to post - I planned another trip which I’ve leaving for this weekend. However, I’m not really enjoying the thought of exploring the world and have shifted into panic mode. If I don’t travel it could be the end of any kind of motivation for me to get out of bed. I’m getting old and I need to believe (like everybody) that there’s is something out there besides panic and loneliness. I hope I can make it to the airport but I just feel it shouldn’t be like a death march but like another grand experience. Thanks I needed a journal entry.....