Redefining the Tropical Dream

A month ago I was living in my dream bungalow by the beach, my soul was full of sunshine and my bed was always sandy. I had a hot shower all to myself, cold smoothies on tap, wifi on demand and just about everything my yogi heart desired.

A month ago I was wild, happy, comfortable and free.

Right now I'm sitting next to a bearded foreigner in a co-working space in Costa Rica, and he smells fucking amazing. I want to scoop him up and stick my nose in his skin. It’s probably Axe body spray (because, bros). But it doesn’t matter. The point is, he’s clean.

A month ago, when I chose not to wear shoes, wash my hair or turn on the air conditioning, it felt like a novelty, a treat, a privilege. Now, it's a permanent lifestyle.

So here's the big WHY. Why, in the fuck, did I choose to uproot my magical life and move to a country where my clothes feel perpetually damp (and smell accordingly) and my soul is covered in sweat and dirt and mud and uncertainty?

Why? Because there's a whole new world that lives beyond our comfort zones, if we choose to explore it. When we leap past the luxury of everything we think we know, and into the vast unknown, our souls expand beyond our wildest dreams.

This year, I'm redefining my version of the tropical dream. I'm leaping from safe and comfy to squirmy and uncomfortable and opening my mind and heart to explosive possibilities.