I’d spent the first 17 years of my life feeling lost and depressed. I was pursuing my dreams full-time, on my own terms, and making an impact. Shouldn’t that be enough to be happy?? Ugh.
A few months before, I’d made some big, bold (terrifying) choices. I had moved out of NYC, given up my (insanely lucrative) training career to focus on building my business online despite not knowing a single thing about business. I figured after that everything would just… I don’t know, fall perfectly into place?
So, fast forward. Crying to mom while my old friends Depression and Confusion hover nearby, and deciding to book a ticket somewhere warm and beautiful because leave it.
I put feelers out on facebook and glommed onto a vague plan to maybe meet up with some internet friends in Costa Rica, later in January. I booked an AirBnB treehouse in a random town, and I arrived on New Year’s Day with no idea how to get anywhere, or what as gonna do when I got there.
After a series of appropriate mishaps (aka it was New Year’s Day so none of the buses were running and no cabbies were out), I finally arrived at my treehouse. It was late at night and I could hear the ocean. I was surprised. Am I by the ocean?
The apartment was adorable though, the weather was deliciously warm, and I was starving. I put on a pretty dress and started walking toward the lights nearby, hoping that lights meant food, and that I was somewhere with menus printed in English. As I sat there that first night, eating pizza of all things (it was the only thing they had left) and watching the people around me, I was filled with a sense of yes-ness. This was where I was supposed to have come. Good things were going to happen here.
I was right. The next morning I discovered that I was indeed about a 60 second walk from the beach, and that this was (shockingly) a surf town. Literally everyone was there for the sick waves, bro.
How did I not realize this? Easy: when I booked my trip, I did exactly zero research. I wasn’t interested in being prepared, I was interested in being gone.
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