Internal Journey: Why it feels like jumping off a cliff

Today, in the cold and the rain and with yet another small craft advisory, my husband dropped me off and drove back to Maine.  It was great being with him for the past week, visiting the grandchildren and being helped with portages past areas I'm not allowed to kayak. But it is so hard to leave the comfort of a dry, warm car, and especially a loving husband, to start kayaking again.  Heading off into the unknown, to paddle new waters with new challenges, feels like jumping off a cliff.  There is an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach.