Boracay

A couple of days in one city, Bacolod, has morphed into three additional cities and nearly a week of travel. I’ve spoken about my adaptability before and it’s being tested. I mention “tested” as my patience is running thin. When separated from things that offer comfort, writing in this case, it’s exceptionally stressful.

I’m enjoying the company I keep. Ronnie is incredible, we’re a good fit. Anthony is cool as all outdoors and yet, writing fills a void I didn’t know existed within me. I am returning to a lost love and seeking comfort in the clacking of keys as my fingers rap away on this keyboard.

Today, Tuesday, January, 28, 2020, I am grateful that:

We arrived in Boracay safely. It was about a six hour commute via taxi and it was longer than either Anthony or myself expected. As Americans, I don’t believe we have a problem voicing any complaints or discomfort but for the ladies they remained silent, enjoyed the trip, and said very little of the long trek.

I’m feeling a sense of normalcy once again. My routine or ritual is vital. Stating my purpose, quiet time, then music, coffee, and writing of my gratitude list is something that’s become a part of my being. I don’t feel like myself when I don’t start my day in this manner and the last week or so I’ve allowed that routine to be interrupted which is unacceptable. Sooner or later I will learn that lesson and learn to not deviate.

Ronnie and I are together. She’s very affectionate and passionate. It’s interesting how emotional and with her mental health she’s in a similar spot to me about a decade ago. She’s searching for answers and I’m more than happy to accommodate her quest for knowledge. I’m happy to have her be a part of my journey at this point.

Are you sharing your journey with anyone?

How do help make their journey more enjoyable?

How are you making your journey more enjoyable? More impactful?

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