Tickets to the next destination!
21 days to go.
I had a hectic life in 2016. I worked two full time jobs while transitioning between them. The first job was crazy hours and huge demands on my time and brain matter. The second job was a creative challenge and learning everything like you do with a new job. Steady hours, but gone 9 hours a day and my boss expected me to take work home. I fooled her. I had an affirmation that I could do twice the work in double the time. I pulled it off. Every night I would go home and it would be a matter of what needed to be done now, and what needed to be done next.
Then we went to Costa Rica in September and I learned what relaxation really was. Then we traveled around Europe for 3 months in 2017. That was a lot of action. Being exhausted from exciting hours of travel and exploring is not the same as relaxation. We also spent 4 months in the United States last year. Then we came back to Costa Rica yet again. And earlier this month I learned the true depths of relaxation. I had to sit still up on a mountain for a week and a half. Life really screeched to a halt. But in a good way. Now I know what to shoot for when I start to feel stress and need to calm myself.
It's strange to be cut off from the world like that. It's amazing what I am learning about myself as I kind of lived in a vacuum. I was trying to live in the void. Be in the moment, as still as it was. I was being distilled? Hah, that sounds funny. I also had time to ponder the darkness of the jungle. It's a fantastic topic. I also have a lot of crazy vivid dreams lately.
Now it's time for the next countdown. We leave on April 19th and things are falling into place. Here's the catch. The tickets so far only go to Houston in Texas in the U.S. We have discussed so many options of what to do next that I told Ron to just surprise me when he finally buys the tickets. He's the research man, the man who makes things happen. I told him he could pick, and he probably thinks I'm such a great wife. I'm not. I just want us both to be clear that next time I get to pick. Lol. Wherever we go, I have the time of my life. He likes to surprise me. So I'm letting him have this one.
I told him once the tickets are purchased I want to know where, not finding out on the 19th as I stand in the airport. I have to do my own research too. Will it be South Africa? Arizona? Thailand? Italy? I made up an expression for him: he's "all over the map". Take me to Arizona, I will find adventure there (caves there, strange creatures there, awesome people there). The adventure begins inside of me, not in the surroundings.
But believe me, I didn't start out just saying "whatever you want, Dear". It took a lot of time and thought to get there. I'm not giving in, either. I'm simply giving. And it feels good.
I'm going back up into the mountains again soon, but we should have the new tickets before we go back to our retreat. I hope to find out what they are so I can post it before we head up. Unless he does another creative set up for telling me.
He thinks he can get me going by not telling me, but I'm working on Supreme Patience. I want to see how long he can bear to not tell me. I think I will win, place your bets. It's a fair bet, he doesn't read my blog (he's too busy living my blog with me!)(plus I usually tell him what I'm writing about in my blog).
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