Sometimes plans change. I'm okay with that.
Meditation hasn't been happening much lately, but I have been content. And given the crossroads I am at, content is a good place to be. I couldn't find peace with my decision to move to Santa Cruz and start school. I tried. I faked it. But I knew it wasn't right. I had an epiphany (okay it wasn't that dramatic) last weekend. I need to see the world.
My dreams of becoming an acupuncturist aren't lost, they have just been put on hold. You think I would have figured this before...but I just had to wait a week and a half before I'm supposed to move down there to realize.
Travel, for me, is a kind of meditation. It's when I feel most comfortable, even if I'm curled up on a tiny sleeper-bus bed trying not to inhale cigarette smoke and listening to Chinese men yell and spit for twelve straight hours.
I am so happy to have my friends, even if they are scattered.
