It’s my birthday. I am finally at home. I have given up continuing my psychoanalysis as I believe it is trying to take me into a direction that I don’t want. I don’t want to give up on my marriage and my life at home. I have made this decision, and with it, the decision to follow through on a plan to walk the Camino.
In the late spring, I watched a movie about the Camino de Santiago. It was as if I was being called to walk my own Camino. My weight had ballooned, as had my blood pressure since my relocation to Calgary for analysis. The call was the inspiration I needed to get out of a lethargic state and begin taking care of myself. I ate better, walked, and bought new shoes, a backpack [Vaude] and a few hiking shorts, pants, shirts, and socks. My wife knew of my intentions and supported me as she saw that I was regaining control, something that had been lost with leaving the university in China.
I turned 63 today.