Rampur, Himachal Pradesh, India, 17 January 2017, 0850 hours:

I woke up this morning with one question: Whatever possessed me to decide to go to Spiti in the midst of winter? 😡👿😈😃
I spent the first ten minutes thinking of my aching body after 10 hours on the road, the cold, the next 10 days of travel and living in -5 to -20 Degree C conditions, the relative comfort of my 12-hour days back in the city, and I was clear that I should turn back here and now.
Then I got out of bed, had a hot water bath, looked at my eyes in the mirror, and remembered who I am and that it’s never easy (for any one) walking a path that one wants to. In fact, at least twice every week in the city, I have the same thoughts – that I should let go of all responsibilities, and stop doing whatever it is that I do because it’s very difficult doing it every day. 
But every day I get through the first hour and today is no different. I am 46 years of age, and I work in the city and walk mountains in all seasons, all conditions, in good health and bad … and I hope I keep working and walking till my last day.
I figure it’s the same with every one out there and what they do … we just have to keep the faith and keep taking one step and another …