the last few hours

Is it normal to feel: guilt, hope, dispair, affraid, worried and exiliration in the same time when you are about to do something for yourself? There is a small but persistant voice in me that complains on the folly and futile thing I've have decided to do. That I left love ones behind at the mercy of strangers, that there are countless things that need to be taken care of before investing time in oneself can be even considered. My catholic (aka polish) side got a hold of me now. Lets hope I will be able to tame it to let myself enjoy the trip.