Colombia hasn’t been a cakewalk. It’s brought up some issues for me that are dark and deep-seated. Maybe even some stuff that drove me to travel. But that’s TBD. I don’t think it necessarily has to do with Colombia, it’s just that I’m coming towards the end of my travels and things are coming to a head. But as the movies has well told us we can’t run from our issues because that shit will follow you all over the world. Trust me. I’ve been all over the world and my proverbial baggage came along with me.
So I’ve decided to take some time to go off the grid, free of distractions, outside opinions and – most of all – social media to face things head on. Although they’re worried about me, my friends sent me off with love and some amazing reminders. Maggie said, “Try to remember that hard can be good. You didn’t do this for a year long vacation. You did it for yourself.” Boom. And then Laura hit me with this song… and it’s perfect.
Don’t be so down come on young homie
You’ll be ok, you’ll find real love
All of the stories the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you’re made of
Back at home I took this amazing spin class. (NOTE: I’m perfectly aware how white and privileged I sound, but work with me on this analogy). When we would stand up, kick up the intensity or the speed, the instructor would yell “This is where you get stronger! Right now – this is what you came here for!”
Well… THIS is my moment. It’s hard, it hurts, I’m tired and I want to go home. But this is where I get stronger. This is what I came here for.