I’ve been quiet the last few weeks because, to be honest, returning to the USA has been a real jolt to my system. On one level, I picked up exactly where I left off. Driving a car is like riding a bike. Finding salsa clubs was as easy as searching the internet. On another level, I’ve met up with friends and old colleagues and felt as though I’ve been living in a parallel universe.
After a few weeks at home, I decided to come visit New York City, which along with Medellin…and Venice…and Pokhara…and dare I say Paris…is one of my favorite cities in the world. I’m having some fun adventures after just 24 hours, so I look forward to sharing more soon.
Earlier today, I found myself meditating atop a rock outcropping in Central Park. I’d lost touch with how beneficial it can be to practice meditation, and am trying to get back into it, which will compliment my new yoga practice well.
But perhaps of most interest to me was the epiphany I had before that meditation:
The last time I was unemployed, I decided to pursue a dream trip around the world. If I can make my (travel) dream a reality once, it stands to reason that I can do it again.