Sitting in my little room in Playa Potrero – Costa Rica – I suddenly realize that for the first time in many years, I’m not ticking off the days to sometime in the future. It is kind of an odd feeling to realize that, although I have plenty of plans, I am truly living in the present; thinking about where I am and what I’m doing right now.
As I’ve planned it, about a year stretches out in front of me in Latin America. I’m constantly adding places and countries to the list for this trip, but I find I have to force myself to look ahead. I just got online to see what kind of accommodations are out there for the cities of Granada and Leon, in Nicaragua. I’m not going there until the end of September, but it’s prudent to see what it’s going to cost me before I go. This was the first time I’ve had to force myself to do the deed.
Each day when I wake up, I lay in bed for a while just enjoying whatever there is to relish. Some days it’s the bird song, always a hoot (pun intended) and on others there is a lovely breeze to feel wafting across me. The old rush to get up and get going is gone! And I love that.
What a luxury this is. The lack of a need to get to the next thing or place. The hole in my life that I used to fill with anxiety and anticipation is slowly being filled in and bulldozed over by actual living.