A note or two about my typical day, nowadays.
Most of you know that my biggest dream was to become location independent and be able to run my business online while traveling. Now that it became true, I must say that it is as good as I imagined. Actually, much much better! And I can die happy. That’s morbid but honestly, I can. Whenever I feel like complaining, worrying too much, or not being able to do everything all the time, I like to remind myself that I made it. And by this I don’t mean money, security, family or things that don’t depend on me, directly. When I say I made it, I am saying that I made it to the point where I managed to live the life that makes me happy.
My mom says happiness is a big word and she is right. I feel happy every day, despite life surprising me with daily challenges, with stress related to work, stress related to being alone in a foreign country, missing my loved ones, moving often, testing my trust skills on a daily basis, counting entirely on myself and the twists and turns of luck.
I thank the odds for being healthy and safe at the end of each unique day, that I get to experience and enjoy. I thank my body for taking up with my crazy ideas and my mind for being the eye of the storm, always and no matter what.
Coming from years and years of “yeah, life is good but something is missing”, I feel like I need to let everyone know that the “something missing” can be accomplished. A life that feels fit to your true self is possible. Really. It will never be perfect, but who needs perfect, when you can have constant joy? I don’t mean high as a kite or delusional. I mean a stable and peaceful core. I mean love. Towards oneself and consequently towards the whole world, no matter how beautifully flawed.
Back to the topic, today I woke up at 6 and had issues with work for some hours, trying to keep it together and praying that the internet in this tiny island in Panama, won’t bail on me right in the middle of figuring things out with my team back in Europe.
Later on, went in town for a delicious Caribbean chicken lunch and by the time I finished, the owner of the pub downstairs took me to “The Rastaman” bike rentals and told me to take the bike and just follow the road until I feel like it. Sounded like a good idea. He forgot to mention the up and down the hills, the fact that it was a dirt road and that it was full of mud due to the heavy rain this morning.
But guess what? It was worth it all the way. Beautiful landscape, crazy waves and surfers, monkeys in the trees, 145 Holas, all topped by the Playa Bluff below. As the name suggests, you bike your heart out for this majestic beach to realize that you cannot swim without drowning before the water reaches your knees. So, I admired the view, sipped some water and biked back sweaty, muddy and happy.