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Eat, Pray, Love: The Costa Rican version

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While normal people traveled to their parent’s house to visit family and gorge on turkey and stuffing for Thanksgiving, I booked a solo trip for a yoga retreat: AmaTierra in Costa Rica. Because as anyone who knows me personally can attest, I am definitely not normal. I mean, who goes to a foreign country by themselves during a family holiday? … I do apparently.

But my fit of insanity comes from a place of seeking sanity for myself, like my own version of an Eat, Pray, Love journey of self-discovery. You see, I never met any of my grandparents, which has left many chapters of my history book empty. All I know about my grandmother is that she moved to America from Costa Rica and barely spoke a word of English. And while life is a choose-your-own-adventure story, it’s hard to know where you’re going if you have no idea where you came from.

So, like a tree without roots, I ventured into the Costa Rican rain forest in search of my family tree, so I could climb it … 

Growing up, while normal little girls were dreaming of their fairytale wedding, I was merely dreaming of a trip to Costa Rica to put my feet in the soil. Again, I am not normal. And as a grown woman I’m still not fantasizing about a dream wedding, but rather just a trip to Costa Rica, the only thing on my bucket list. So I decided that rather than going home for the holidays, I was going to seek the sense of home I’d always been craving … and crave more than turkey, cranberry and pumpkin pie combined. Like a tree without roots, I ventured into the Costa Rican rain forest in search of my family tree, so I could climb it.

I had been procrastinating this dream for work, responsibility, and overall rationality. “I’ll get there some day” … “I’ll go eventually” … “one day!” is what I told myself. But what the hell was I waiting for?

I just realized that I was always in a hurry, but never truly excited about where I was headed to in such a rush. By always moving so fast, time was flying by so quickly I didn’t have time to stop and live in it.

Why don’t we all just press pause on our lives and live in the moment. An escape from the hustle and bustle, detox from e-mails, time to spend with yourself, and as they say in Costa Rica, Pura Vida … pure life.

Money, food, material items — all these resources can be replaced if lost, but not time. Time is the most valuable, precious resource on this planet. So let’s not waste it. Don’t procrastinate life! I hope you can find the time and take the time to live your dreams, and to live in that moment. Because if you’re not living in the moment … then where are you living? And while you can’t choose where you came from, you can choose where you go — and on Thanksgiving I chose to go to my family’s home, Costa Rica. And since it was Thanksgiving and gluttony is tradition, I ate so much red beans and rice, Sir Mix A Lot would have been proud.