Admittedly I'm a little scared. There are a lot of moving parts to this trip, even before I get to the camping in the rainforest part. Once I'm there, I have no idea if I will love it, hate it, or something in between. It rains a lot in the rainforest and can get kind of chilly so there may be nights when I'm downright miserable. During meditation my legs could fall asleep or my knees could decide they've had enough or my brain might not want to calm down or I might get super lonely or I might be really hungry (no dinner is a thing too) or I might just get fed up, decide this experience is not for me, and catch a ride back into town. I might.
So why do this to myself? Why fly thousands of miles to sit in the middle of the rainforest and potentially make myself really uncomfortable? To find out. To try. To see what happens. To have an adventure. And, as I think about it, to lay the groundwork for something bigger. Because even though I'm not quite ready yet, the Peace Corps is still very much on the table. I'd like to know, before I commit to two years abroad, that I can handle some discomfort without quitting, even if for only ten days. I'm pretty sure I can. Something tells me some of the other Holly traits I've inherited (grit, determination, dare I say moxie?) will serve me just as well as good old-fashioned practicality.
Aren't those lovely flowers though?
xo,
C
