One thing I didn’t expect when I came to the DR was that less than a month after arriving, I’d be locked down on campus due to quarantine and the coronavirus. Life doesn’t tend to do what I expect.
I am a ridiculous person.
Me at my first waterfall: let’s get as close as I can before I even explore anything else. Mossy, slippery rocks? No problem. Possibility of snakes? Eh…I’ll be fine. Probably.
Me being told to practice communicating in Spanish by using Google translate to ask the kitchen ladies for another pillowcase: waits two and a half days before I venture the three-minute walk to actually do it.
As a child, my father often told me ‘people are important too.’
To be fair, he still reminds me from time to time.
I know people are important, don’t get me wrong. But people can’t be categorized on a list and checked off when done while I move on to the next thing. Hence, sometimes, I tend to…umm *coughs* forget about them.
Welp, I’ll be heading out of the country in two days. An early morning flight out of a fairly small airport, then two stops in very large airports. By this Sunday evening, I should be down in the Dominican Republic.
Failing hurts. We try. We give everything we have and it’s not enough. Or we try and get it wrong. The best intentions and efforts don’t guarantee us success.
It’s life. We’re going to fail.
I have something for you all. For free!
Don’t take life for granted. Not the music or the lights or the hundred tiny threads weaving through every day.
I was going to tie the thought of taking life for granted with Christmas and the holidays. Except my attempt at that turned into a rambling intro with no point. So, skipping to the point of all this…how do we treat what we love?