Everyday we tell a story. Just by living our lives we are these living breathing walking stories in motion.
So what is the story you are telling today?
This is mine.
I woke up in my cozy bed, in a suburban city before sunrise. I peek out the window and the muted gray first light sky, and reject the urge to pick up my phone. And instead spend the next few moments in my gratitude practice.
I begin with everything immediately around that I am touching or feeling or seeing, and I expresses gratitude for these things. I let the practice extend far and wide, beyond the physical and tangible. Once I’m done with this. I usually feel satisfied, connected, at peace with all that is and I am ready to start my day.
This has been a new habit. But one that serves me (and I think most of us) far greater than the draining world of the Inter web. A place where I’d often feel my day starting with comparison and feeling of lack. And I’ve recently decided I can do better, I deserve better, and my gratitude practice has been that.
These are my attempts to feel more connection by “disconnecting” from things that aren’t a part of my life and returning to what is actually real in this time and place.
Today was special though. It was a travel day. These are my favorite days. These are the ones where I get to move through time and space in ways out of the norm. Change my location, my air I’m breathing, my routines, and set off to what excites me and scares me all at the same time. It’s in searching for these moments, we get to meet ourselves in new and wonderful ways. And of course so many others on this planet.
Somebody recently told me there are over 7 million people on this planet. And with that, so many more square inches of earth – it’s a bit mind boggling to think about it. What a privilege to travel about and experience as much of it as possible.
Our connection to one another and our experiences is something important to me, and hopefully something my writing can share with you. It’s important because I believe it’s these experiences that define us and make us who we are. It’s also this connection and realization about people who we may have perceived as different. It’s learning that we are all inherently the same. It’s promotes the idea unity and makes it easier to love.
Some travel days are jam packed with all kinds of wild unseen happenings, but today was mostly uneventful. Aside from a few calls to a credit card company to mediate a phantom reservation, the TSA lines, the traffic and the flight went on without occurrence.
I got a direct flight from LAX to Liberia where Im staying for the night at the Hilton by the airport: basic and bit pricy. yes. But to know the next few weeks are abound with unknowns, bugs, and all kinds of adventure, for this evening I went with what’s was safe. Yes even as a wild child. With choices like this I hope I can give you permission to allow yourself to sometimes play it safe. These choices deplete your free spirit none. Perhaps it actually gives you depth.
Earlier today on the plane snacking on cheese and grapes I was pondering why the airline industry can’t do better with plastic. And as I travel to places that fill my spirit with amazement, inspiration and wonder my brain was churning with questions about what I’m here to do, and how I can live my fullest life through the things that I’m passionate about. Surfing, yoga, travel and service to others. My business plans for Surf House Nicaragua, seem on the edge of coming to fruition as continue to fine tune the details with every trip. Being down here, always makes the dream seem more real, and tangible. And on the plane today as I listening to the water people podcast, (https://waterpeoplepodcast.com/episodes/) hosts Dave Rastovich and Lauren Hill indefinitely inspire me to keep living my dreams. Of life with sea. A must listen to if the ocean, inspiration or podcasts are your thing.
Tomorrow, I’ll wake up slowly, get my rental car and set out across Costa Rica. Surf board and yoga mat in hand. Seeking waves is the beginning of adventure and to finally actually be healthy enough to surf these waves, despite the lingering fear of falling, is the most soul filling feeling I know. The allure of the ocean is a hard to explain kind of love. I am unbelievably exciting to return to friends and the jungle. That’s one of the best parts about travel, getting to visit familiar loving faces and places that feel like home, even when they’re not.
Talk to you soon.