It’s three days out before the end of Bristol2Beijing. I should be leaving in 3 minutes, I should have put the panniers on Chris  and I should be out the front door by now. Instead, I made a latte (delicious) and I’m writing.

It feels weird to consider the “end” of Bristol2Beijing. But what I’ve come to realise over the last few days, is that I don’t see it as an end at all. Life will continue after Sunday 19th June, and thus the journey continues.

That’s how I see it, in its simplest terms. What Bristol2Beijing stood for: a way of living life richly and fully, having a positive impact, sharing some of the best moments of life with others, will continue. I don’t intend to let any of that go after Sunday.

I guess, a few years ago, without really realising it, I put myself on a path, a climb, of wanting to live my best life today, to make each day feel worthwhile living, as far as I possibly could. A path that, for a time, would involve me cycling round the world. That chapter is soon coming to end (though not quite yet  – watch out for the book and documentary), but the journey, the mindset, the ethos I have to living – that does not change.

And to me that’s the most important thing. How you go about living your life, what you intend to do, and how you go about putting that into action.

And as far as I’m concerned, that attitude won’t change. That doesn’t end. That will go on after the end of this trip.

Oh yes, and at some point, there is an end to this journey, this path. That’s called death. It’s crazy, it’s amazing and it’s unexpected to still be alive. And whilst I am, the journey continues.