Where does the time go? It’s now February, and only twenty-six days remain before my trip to Costa Rica. I’ve written less than I’d have liked, but have done more than I could have imagined since my last post– from trips to Boston to reconnect with friends, to cutting off my hair and getting a tattoo, I’ve been actively trying to make the most of the time I have left in Massachusetts. Even now, I’m beginning to dream a little more tangibly about my plans for after Central America.
I’ve been saying for the past few weeks that this right now is a major transition time, for myself and certainly also for so many others. I feel it as an overwhelming energy coursing in and around me, growing more in strength with every day that passes and every action I take to bring me closer to my goals. To be aware of it is empowering, but to tap into that energy is the greatest feeling–freeing, grounded, true– and it’s what I’ve been aiming to do.
It’s a feat made infinitely easier when I take pains to surround myself with the people who support and understand my ambitions. Just last weekend, my cousin drove down from Manchester last weekend to visit on a whim. We went out in Boston to an overpriced and overcrowded bar, killed our feet walking to the train in heels at two a.m., then missed the train, laughed about it, and got late night veggie burgers at a falafel joint on Boylston. We made our way home at three in the morning after a rather inspirational drive with our yoga-teaching, life-loving Lyft driver, and woke up the next day surprisingly functional and ready for some local adventuring. We hit all the best area thrift shops, ending our weekend with afternoon mimosas and crepes at a fancy new restaurant.
We’re both travel-lovers (she’s the cousin who will be visiting Costa Rica) and we were equally delighted to spend an entire Sunday poking around the dusty corners of an antique shop. In so many other ways, we are as opposite as night and day– and yet, the differences are muted to nothing more than a little white background noise when it comes to talk of daydreams and purpose. Passionate people, regardless of their dreams, know that energy because they’ve felt it themselves. Over our late afternoon lunch, we talked plans for the next few weeks and plans for the next few years; each of us the attentive listener for the other, understanding beyond the words exactly the energy we shared.
Sometimes, the only encouragement you need is knowledge that you have someone else–anyone else– in your corner. Someone to validate your dreams, to listen and nod at all the right places and remind you that you’re doing okay. It makes the transition periods feel a little less crazy, a little more manageable, and that thrum of energy guiding your actions feel a little easier to harness.