July 9th, 2022

A short excerpt from my travels that made me smile…

Today is July 9^th, I’ve been traveling for a little over three weeks now. What a journey and expedition I’ve been on. One that I never expected myself to find. I’ve traveled through Mexico for the past few weeks, from San Diego to Tijuana, Puerto Vallarta, Sayulita, Mexico City, and now Puerto Escondido.

I’ve seen beauty in every place I’ve been. I’ve felt gratitude, awe, and discomfort on this trip. Amazed at all the places I’ve been, the people I’ve met, and the experiences of a lifetime I’m making.

I’m constantly in disbelief at this magical world and planet we are on.

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At the time of this entry, I was in Puerto Escondido, Mexico. Puerto Escondido is a place I could call home.

I was comfortable and mesmerized by Zicatela beach. A ferocious and healing wave. Able to rise up to 12 meters and counting and crash down on unsuspecting surfers, eager to tame the beasts within them.

I could hear the sounds of the ocean from the rooftop in Selina Puerto Escondido so vividly that it’s ingrained in my memory forever. The sounds of the wave rising and breaking with every breath I took. Each moment was special. As something within that held me back was being drowned under the force of Zicatela. In the moments in between breaths I couldn’t breathe, wanting so desperately to salvage the parts of me that were unsalvageable, that needed to be left behind in order for me to continue.

To continue down the path I am on of discovery, healing, and growth.

Zicatela allowed me to relinquish some of my stressors and make room for positivity and good in my life.

To leave behind the damaged and broken pieces in order to leave room for the one that fits.

Room for the parts of myself I will grow into, and morph into the pieces I have already found.