Yesterday a switch was flipped. I took a young married couple out on a SUP tour - my first solo tour (I've been training all week). They were ripe with that I'm on vacation and everything is amazing smell. We talked about where they're from, what they do, and we became friends for those two hours.
As we were floating along the coast we all jumped off our boards into the 75 degree Pacific Ocean letting our boards float freely. I lost myself in that moment and felt completely content for the first time since I arrived.
"Alright, this is pretty fucking cool."
After that moment, I saw everything differently. It's like I was waiting in line to get into the club, listening and watching everyone have fun, outside long enough to begin wondering if I really wanted in anyways. Turns out, it was worth the wait.
This whole time I've been missing wool socks, beanies, fireplaces, and falling snow. It's easy to wish you were somewhere other than where you are. This is why I travel and move so much, I don't like to give myself time to feel that way.
Once I know I'm going to be somewhere longer than a month I start to sabotage my own happiness. But I'm finding my brave and leaning into the places I visit a little more every time.
I'm living in my bikini, eating fresh fruit, meeting new people, jumping off waterfalls, swimming in the sea, and stumbling over my Spanish every day. Yeah, it's pretty good and I feel like an idiot for wishing I was anywhere else.
And now my partner in crime, Natali Zollinger, is moving here to join me for the Winter. She's a fitness queen and a motivated mama. I'm ecstatic! We're in the process of getting our SUP instructional business Rvr2Rvr up and running -- having her here is going to fuel the creative fire and help keep me my head out of the palm trees :)