Wednesday. Entity I first assumed was a cold has turned out to be terrible allergies. I didn’t suspect that because I’ve never been that sensitive to the seasonal change before. Yesterday I went out for a walk and it D E S T R O Y E D me. I could not breathe. I lost my sense of smell, so not even the Vicks could save me. I went ahead and invested in the mist humidifier instead. Wise choice. Obviously could not go to yoga because I couldn’t breathe through my nose. Spent the rest of the afternoon and evening alternating between laying in bed with the humidifier on and sitting in the bathroom running the hot water to create steam. It was horrible. Just horrible.
Started looking into the yoga teacher training thing. I could stay here and pay $2500 (certification) to do it locally or pay roughly $3000 (certification + flight) to fly to Goa, India (or literally anywhere else in the world). Hmmm… stay here and join the waitlist to get the same cert everyone else already has, or fly to the other side of the world and do yoga on a beach for a month in a historic Portuguese trading post? Gee, I wonder which one I’m leaning towards? Oh yeah, you know it. Someone bring me a round of yellow fever vaxx, stat!
Oh, the plans I plan. Oh, the dreams I dream. Let’s figure out how to pull money out of my ass so I can maybe come back and teach yoga, assuming anyone around here would actually show up. I seriously doubt that would happen. It would just be the same thing it always is: Me thinking this will be the one time everything goes according to plan and I finally achieve my financial goals and move on from this horrible town forever, and someone else showing up to fuck it all up for me. Why? I don’t know. Because that’s what people do out here. I guess they’re like that everywhere, right? Yeah, really gives me faith in humanity.
Yeah, as we can already see, this plan is already going nowhere, fast.
Still, it was nice to escape from reality for three hours this morning while I charted multiple routes across the Atlantic. I hate flying. Truly. It is the most terrifying thing on earth to me. Yes, it is because of 9/11 (please remember I grew up outside of DC and have family in the NYC area, so, yes, I was actually there). I FREAK out when I am on an airplane or in an airport. Needless to say, flying from South Dakota to Goa is a nightmare come to life. It’s literally on the other side of the world. So the question becomes: What is the shortest amount of time I can be on an airplane? Then it becomes a whole thing. What is the total travel time expected? Which route is shortest? Which cities do I fly between? Is it worth it to upgrade to ease my anxiety on a long flight? Should I just catch an 8-hour direct flight to some random European capital city and go from there? Should I fly Qatar Airways and do a layover in Doha just because I can? Where is the money coming from for this escapade again? Oh, right, I’m still unemployed!
Yes, is has become a flight of fantastical fancy indeed. It makes sense though. If there’s nothing holding me here, why not run off for a month to the other side of the world, do yoga on a beach, and come back with a 200-hour YTT I might be able to use to generate income anywhere in the world? It’s called investing in myself! Why be a cult follower when I could be the leader? You know what I’m saying?
Is this crazy? Or am I just a citizen of the world who has a lifelong dream of trotting the globe? Personally, I think it’s the latter. I’m free to do it, so now I want to do it. I really don’t care where I go first. I just want to go SOMEWHERE. And if I’m gonna go somewhere, I might as well invest in myself. Seems like a good idea to me. Get a YTT cert, get a TEFL cert, I can travel anywhere in the world and have a job. Bam. Done. Problem solved forever. Or at least temporarily…
Anyway, this is where my brain is today. It’s doing yoga on a beach in a former Portuguese colony. Did I ever mention how much I love learning Portuguese? It’s taking me to places I never expected to go: Goa, Macau, Brazil, Angola, Mozambique, Cabo Verde, the Azores… The key to the world…
Well, I guess I’ll go try to manifest this insanity now. Last time I got deep into meditation asking for guidance, I got an image of the map from Indiana Jones where they’re flying all over the world and bouncing from city to city. I guess I should follow that intuition since hanging around this town is taking me nowhere, fast.
Have a good Hump Day! May your day be more grounded than mine.