Something on my wrist to remind me not to quit; because it's in my power the extend to which I remit.
I'd also hang an artifact around my neck, one small enough to fit a closen fist; something to hold on to whenever the floor dissolves from underneath my feet.
And not to forget an enclosure for my finger. Something to demonstrate the physical nature of a commitment made to archetypical ideas.
Fourth, a lapis stone in my pocket.
Something that my hand can always reach to when the illusion of being empty-handed, makes me forget how small and unpretentious beauty can get.
Aside from those things;
I'd take a walking staff, a survival knife, pen & paper, sturdy leather sandals and finally,
a way to communicate;
to remind those who are home
not to worry about me
not to worry about me.