Sometimes it boils down to this very juvenile thought: for all of my attempted, semi-brainy undertakings, I don't know much. It's very little-slash-not-enough. I've concluded that a lifetime's acquisition of knowledge is actually a feeble thing, like a wobbly pup.
I don't trust myself to ever feel quite satisfied with How Much I Know because it will always be far outweighed by Things I Don't Know.
I feel really anxious about this upcoming trip. / I am 100% excited. BUT.
As much as I crave excitement and adventure, I am a plodding creature of habit. Also, I don't know how I will survive without a steady stream of coffee in my system. I think my heart might go into shock.