I was explaining to my babysitter that I wouldn’t need her next week.
I told her I was going on vacation.
WAIT A SECOND.
I am actually NOT going on vacation.
I am going to Mexico to lead a yoga and coaching retreat.
I will be working all week.
BUT I TOLD MY BABYSITTER I WAS GOING ON VACATION.
Because really, that is what it feels like.
I had this small sense of oh my god. I have arrived.
I am “working” doing something I love so much that sometimes it is a total paradise of a vacation.
I believed that if I followed this path I would be living out that cliched quote “Do what you love and you will never work a day in your life”. And here I am, I believed it so much that I put a shit ton of effort in and I achieved it.
And for now I am just gonna take a second and enjoy all of it.