Dream Catcher      

March 1, 2016:

This evening, while talking to a man from Poland about what in the hell a smore is and why it is so delicious, I heard myself saying I had been in Big Sur two weeks ago, creating some delicious smores over a small, yet mighty fire. Two weeks ago?! Could that be true? Just two weeks ago I was hard at work, saying goodbye to all of my clients and families, signing treatment plans, gathering travel sized toiletries, attending awards banquets with my amazing Lincoln team (shoutout to you guys), wrestling with my little man and sitting on hoods of cars watching the stars above. 

Two weeks ago seems like an eternity. It feels like I've been hurtling through time and space and only this evening came to a screeching halt. The hustle and bustle of Bangkok couldn't slow my mind or my body. As I wandered aimlessly about the streets seeking out dim sum and crowded boat schedules, everything was flying by me and I was up in my head thinking. My mind wasn't so much struggling to slow down but more so to quiet itself from thoughts I haven't had a second to think about in months. Six months! It was hard. Pondering and not letting go and pondering some more. 

And then...

Tonight, on the roof top of a small bungalow styled place where I am staying in Chiang Mai, I caught the sunset from a hammock. Above me a dream catcher. For whatever reason that colorful web of yarn woven around sticks, represented the start of something different. Something slower. More grounded. Peaceful. I have finally arrived in Thailand, to this magical adventure in front of me and to the pilgrimage I dreamt up. It's here and it's real. 

The other day, while still in California, I was singing in my car at the top of my lungs imagining the day this would come. The day when I would actually be in Thailand, all the conversations in preparation turned into genuine experience. That day in my car I began to cry. I cried, not because I was sad but because I realized my opportunity. Not just to be able to leave a job I love but to travel the world. Outloud, I was repeating 'life is good'. Life is good. True- Life IS good. 

I am one lucky girl...