A few weeks ago, I signed up to take the ride of a lifetime.
It was going to be the first time I had ever had to do something so much fun, I thought I’d give it my all.
The ride, a $150-per-hour cruise on a specially designed train, was set to take me to the beautiful coastal town of Port Orchard in the South West of Australia.
The cruise would be accompanied by an impressive array of delicious local and imported dishes, including the most epic of Australian delicacies: a mouthwatering roast lamb dinner that was accompanied by a cocktail of the finest Australian craft spirits, including a bottle of Australian whiskey.
The evening, while in the car, was a fantastic way to spend the day.
And as it turned out, it was also the perfect opportunity to test my nerves.
A week after my first taste of the ride, my excitement was quickly replaced by a sense of dread.
After the first week, my stomach was telling me I needed to get off the train and spend time with my family.
And while I did take the train, the journey wasn’t over.
The trip was only a short drive away, and it was a little closer.
So the next week, I decided to change my plans and try a few different routes.
For the first part of the trip, I stayed at a hotel and picked up a bus, which took me to a new town.
As the weeks went on, my anxiety was replaced by excitement.
As I boarded the bus, I knew this would be a wonderful way to experience some new places and people.
My family, my friends, my crew and my new team.
The first few days were exhilarating.
There were the familiar sights, sounds and smells of the Australian outback, and the sight of animals and animals of all shapes and sizes.
I loved the sense of community I was feeling, the friendships I made and the fun I was having.
The bus journey, however, felt like a chore.
I was always a little anxious and on edge.
It felt like the whole time I was riding the bus that I wasn’t really sure how I was going through the journey.
My stomach was saying to me that I needed a break, but my mind was telling the other passengers I was fine.
I knew I was in the midst of a rollercoaster ride, and I was so excited about the ride.
On the bus ride home, I realised I needed some help.
The only way to calm down and get the adrenaline flowing again was to eat something tasty and not worry about my stomach.
And that’s when I stumbled upon the perfect meal: a juicy lamb roast.
It is one of the best meat products in the world, and my wife and I had been planning to go on a road trip for weeks.
I started to cook up a delicious lamb roast and a small group of friends and family joined me for the dinner.
We were off.
I took my wife to dinner and got a bit too drunk.
But the rest of the night was spent eating and drinking.
I couldn’t help but notice how many people were sharing in the joy of this adventure.
A few months later, I was at home, drinking a lot, eating my fill and enjoying a night of socialising with my wife.
That night, I couldn, at last, relax and enjoy myself.
But that was only the beginning.
A month later, my wife was pregnant and I started work.
The whole journey of the Sweetwaters Express was a whirlwind, but it wasn’t the last one.
A couple of months later I got to a certain stage in my life where my anxiety levels were at their lowest, my body was feeling good and I realised the things I’d done before the trip would no longer be needed.
But my mind still kept telling me to stop.
The thought of giving my wife another baby was still too much to bear.
So I decided I would try something new.
I decided that if I could do this trip without worrying about my nerves, I would be able to do this tour with my own two hands.
I put on a suit, started riding, and started enjoying the ride with my friends and fellow travellers.
That’s when it hit me: I could just do this alone.
The next year, the tour was one of my most memorable.
We got to meet the people and events of the tour, the people we met along the way and the people that I met along with on the trip.
This was my first time travelling with a group of people and I think I’ll never forget how wonderful the experience was.
But this was also a time when my anxiety began to mount.
My heart started racing.
I felt like my life was about to change forever.
And I didn’t want to do it alone.
So as my anxiety eased, I started talking to my friends about my experiences.
They were so supportive, encouraging and excited about what I was doing. And