At some point, I am going to write about "my car life" over here. This "car life" started about a week before I arrived and is still in full swing. Something the like of which I have never experienced before. A precisely themed group of lessons intended I am sure, to teach me more than just a large car parts Spanish vocabulary.
I continue to navigate this chapter and trust that I will come to the other side of it a better person. We have to, right?
Today, I want to talk about how adaptable we are.
As I walked from my daughter's place to the house I am renting last night, it came to my attention once more how freaking adaptable we are.
In the dark, flip flops in the mud, over tall piles of construction sand, ten feet from someone's grave. Lila and I are on our way to get a couple of fish tacos. Normal stuff.
Talking with my friend who is back in Tennessee for a couple of weeks and hearing about how she slipped right into place, working, hanging out with friends, and wondering if her Mexico life really happened.
My kid, crossing the ocean between Tahiti and Fidji, his first real-time on a sailboat. I can almost see his face and smile as he finds his inner home in an entirely new environment.
His brother about to move to Mexico indefinitely and trusting that he too, will find his inner home and adapt - maybe even thrive.
My daughter, setting up her village life near me and manoeuvering all of it, her pup and cat now looking perfectly at home and at ease in their new world, roosters and all.
Friends back in the States navigating new rules and mandates and ways of being.
Our bodies changing, our minds bending, stretching.
All of us.
Getting used to ___________.
Finding the place where the old us meets the new us.
And all the while, living.
Because living is our privilege and there is almost always a part of us that remembers this, that honors it.
In Happiness School, I share with you ALL the tools from my very own toolbox. in 90 days, you will learn to adapt with less pain, more excitement - and more magic.