It’s funny how fast things can shift.
On Tuesday my week was unfolding in a fairly-Vancouver-ish way. Between the rainy bits, I would walk, write, and generally carry on with my life. But Tuesday night it all changed.
Because that was when I was invited on a press trip to the Baja.
The last time Kevin and I were in the Baja, was in 2009. We went there for a kayaking trip (hence the photo above).
As for the last time we were in Cabo? I’m thinking it’s been quite a few years, probably a dozen. (When on earth did it become normal for something to have happened over a dozen years ago? I still believe I’m in my early twenties. Clearly this would be evidence to the contrary).
I’m pretty sure I had declared to all who would listen, that once I got back from San Miguel de Allende, I would NOT be leaving again except to go to France at the end of April. Yes, well…
I was talking to a good friend the other day. She told me that her latest thinking is to pay attention to what “gets her jazzed” and to then have faith and trust that energizing feeling to see where it leads.
So. In spite of my announcements and declarations and very good intentions to stay home and dutifully do what I said I would do, I decided to notice my excitement. And what I noticed is that when I was asked to go on this trip…I got excited. Seriously excited. I love Mexico. And I’m going to follow that jazzy trail all over the Baja like a hound on the scent.
My tickets came through an hour ago. I leave tomorrow morning. Stay tuned.
That’s the thing about writing – you can’t do it ALL the time. You can’t not live. You must go places, otherwise what the hell would you have to write about? I justify it this way – I’m working in my head all the time anyway, so it doesn’t matter where. By changing your environment you gain a different angle on your work. That will be fifty dollars. (ha)
Have a ball!
S
Sarah. That’s worth at least $50.00! This is like being handed a giant get-out-of-jail free card. You’re brilliant. Now if you’ll excuse me, apparently I’m working 🙂
I made the same vow in San Miguel and I’m jazzed to be going to Miami next month. Too funny! I’ll wave to you as you fly by!
I think I recall a recent conversation in San Miguel where we both said we were going to stop going on press trips??
Perhaps we should rename ourselves the A-Lister Flakey(!) Sisters.