Is it just me or does beer taste so much better at an airport bar?!
Maybe it’s the sweet sip of possibility, while envisioning the epic adventure I’m gearing up for. Or maybe it’s helping me chill the fuck out, since your girl is a final boarding call away from hopping on a plane to a foreign country all alone.
Because to be honest with you, I have no idea what the hell I’m even doing.
Actually, that was a lie.
I know exactly what I’m doing — I’m writing a book!
If you’ve been following this blog since my OG days (circa 2014) then you already know this dream has been on my mind for quite some time.
As a matter of fact, I’ve done this kind of adventure before.
A handful of years ago I ran away to Puerto Rico for a month and began writing my very first self-help book. I got about half way through until the lingering thoughts of doubt began to suffocate my mind. I didn’t feel like I was capable, qualified, or even worthy enough to share my message with the world. As a result, the writers block began to kick in and my dream of becoming a Best-Selling Author turned into a nightmare, haunting my everyday life.
Fast forward to today and I’m finally ready to finish what I started.
It’s time for me to push past the fear, doubt, insecurities, and excuses in order to share my wisdom, light, and inspiration with the people who need it most. I see the signs pointing me in the right direction, telling me to get back to writing, and it’s these signs that have helped me discover—this book is more than just a dream, it’s my soul’s purpose.
Great. Now I’m crying like a little bitch at the airport bar.
I think it’s time to pound my beer and get going.
Alright Costa Rica, I’m coming for you!
Fins & Kisses,