Three weeks ago I knew a lot of things. I knew I had to go to work Monday through Friday, whether I liked it or not. I knew I was responsible for a 12 year old boy and his well being. I knew I had a date every Thursday night. I knew I had rent to pay on the first of the month and a pay check in my bank account every other Friday. And I knew I was quite content with the emotional plateau my life had become.
Today, all I know is that I asked for a change and the universal replied “You want change? I’ll show you change…Bitch”
Little did I know that the universe would take my request and juice it up like a Jersey Shore meathead. It all started with one change, a semi-substantial change, that catapulted a myriad of others. For the first time in 12 years I was going to be a childless adult for an extended period of time. Eight weeks to be exact. Now, Joe has been away from me before, but never for eight weeks. This was going to require an adjustment, that’s for sure, but it is summer and I still have my job and my Thursday night dates to keep me on my consistent course. And I think it was that exact thought, that exact sentence that made me question whether my consistent course was where I wanted to continue traveling. No. I was tired of just being content with the way things were. Tired of holding on to the belief that things aren't bad so that must mean they are good. I wanted a change, I wanted things to be different. Boy did I get what I wanted.
My Thursday night dates came to end. Now what? All of the sudden the thought of being alone for the summer terrified me. Well, I told myself, if I was going to invite change into my life I’d better be prepared for what was going to happen. I had better be ready and willing to open that door and stare my request dead in the face. There’s no backing out now, no running away because it looks dark, damp and scary ahead. Nope! You invited it in, now offer it a seat and see if it wants a beer.
If I was going to be alone for the summer, I didn’t want it to be at home in Denver. Maybe being alone was exactly what I needed. Time for me. Me time. And just like that I started planning a trip. Where should I go? Hawaii sounds good! I’ve never been there, I’ve always wanted to go, and if I’m going to take some Me time no better place than on a beach. The day I resigned from my job is the day my new reality began to sink in. Wow! I’m really doing this. I’m going to Hawaii for 6 weeks, by myself, for myself. My plan: I'm taking this gig seriously and living in a spiritual, yoga community, where I work on their organic farm and partake in community activities like Yoga and meditation on the beach!
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