when courage and craziness feel the same

I was sitting on a bed considering what had just happened. I was in a house that had more cats than I would prefer and more cobwebs and dust than I thought would make a home comfortable. I had been picked up from the bus along the side of the highway, 20 km's from town, and driven another 23 km's by strangers to their off-the-grid house in the far reaches of the country - 7 hours from the city I had left that morning.

And then it occurred to me: courage and craziness sometimes feel the same.

I wondered if I was crazy: to message strangers on a website and ask to work with them in exchange for room and board. I knew their names and saw a picture or two that they had posted of themselves. We had sent a few messages in correspondence and I had read reviews by other people who had worked with them. I had enough information to trust that I would be safe and that the couple were fair and nice.

Then I remembered a quote I stumbled upon a couple weeks prior and I decided to move forward, by necessity if for no other reason. And you know what? The next day things didn't feel so crazy.