Somewhere in North Carolina

bear with me, I am feeling emotional tonight. But first things first, I arrived at my 2nd stop of the road trip and overall the drive was pleasant. Rags definitively is not the best of road trip buddies, he gets very excited and makes me stop a million times, just out of fear he is getting sick, not just riled up about all the impressions.

So yes going on a road trip with senior dogs, not what I thought, let me correct that, I had not given it any thought, laugh!

The route was scenic and I wish I had three extra hands to take pictures, you would not believe how beautiful it was. Views over mountains, big horse farms, a house on a hill that was just spectacular. But unfortunately I had to keep my hands on the wheel.

Oh and for the next trip I need to get more "techy" (I know that is not a word), but Spotify kept cutting out, while maps was telling me to where to drive to! Try switching display to Spotify, back to the podcast, back to maps, while driving through really serpentine terrain, just to find out it went back to the beginning not where it cut out! (insert cuss words here)

When we finally got to the cabin in the woods, I had just enough time to unload before the rain came. Being in an empty house, with rain and wind, has something eerie. Also having driven on some gravel roads to get up I decided it might be wise to not move the car for the rest of the week. Thankfully I had bought enough food.

Well let me tell you, we all live in such abundance, to have just enough leaves one feeling just a bit strange. Calculating if the provisions will be enough and wondering why one did not buy more wine, definitively new territory for me.

But in all honesty, I could drive 20 min to civilization and buy all the food I want, so this is more an exercise in how to be mindful. There are many people that might not even have as much as I do right now, and still make due.

First night brought thunderstorm and rain and a tiny dog with short legs, jumping up the mountain ( the American bed, which is super high), looking at me like: "You know you are scared too, don't kid yourself!' . Needless to say he slept snuggled up to me, so go ahead judge me, I don't care!

...and so here I am, in the middle of no where, with nothing else to do but think. The last months have been intense. Starting a new job, working remote, selling a house, giving away almost all my belongings and nothing but opportunities in front of me, but also really nothing concrete to march toward either.

I do not mind living out of a suitcase, but the the heaviness of knowing this is the beginning of a new chapter and not being able to plan every last part of it, is something that really sits heavy on my shoulders.

I will be forever grateful for Yoga and what it does for me. It is not just the moving on the mat, it is the sitting and breathing. The forcing out of my head and into the present moment, that brings peace, even if it's just for a moment.

I am grateful for all my friends that keep checking in and making sure I am ok, you are so appreciated! Just know that I am OK, I have internet, a warm space to sleep and trees surrounding me, so that if I just take a moment to look around and take a deep breath, I can relax and enjoy this moment in time.