The product of a tearful motivation plan is finally coming to fruition tomorrow….
This year has been more difficult than I ever thought possible and two or so weeks in, my heart knew this would be the case. I knew I needed to spark a light that I could look towards when I thought I couldn’t go on and that would be this trip. The location didn’t matter that much, only the promise of release, to be a promised a complete and utter escape. I pass the international airport en route to work each and every day. And every day I notice it. For a moment or two, I allow my mind to go someplace far away where I am engaged in the project of happiness.
And here we are. My God, I can’t believe it…7 months later and we’re off.
Bags are packed… my life in a carry on and a tote..my heart full with gratitude for sights, tastes, and emotions scheduled in the next week and change.
Till tomorrow, PHL…and this time, it’s reality.