Smooth sailing.. or should I say flying?

Somehow I don't feel worried at all. Like nothing bad could possibly happen to me. My friend described this feeling perfectly to me the other day. Like no matter what comes at you you will turn out ok and nothing can harm you because you are exactly where you're supposed to be. That's how I feel. My biggest fear I think of this whole trip was traveling alone and I'm doing it now and am not bothered at all. Somehow I just feel like everything's going to work out perfectly. Considering the fact that some guy ran off with my passport just before I was called to board the plane and I just had a stop in Kilimanjaro that I was not aware of, things are perfect. The guy delivered my passport right back to me on the plane (still not quite sure what he needed it for?) and I am now on my way to Dar es salaam, and, in fact, ahead of schedule. I think this proves how much I was meant to go on this trip. There have been no rough patches along the way. When everything happens so smoothly like that you must take it as a sign that you are doing something right. Thank you life, for leading me down the right path these past 3 months.