Priceless feelings

When leaving all behind goes well

Another wonderful day of relax.

It is 5.30 PM and, at this time, if I hadn’t decided to leave and travel, I would be sitting in my office chair, after the daily meeting, testing I don’t know what.

However, I am here, on a remote island. Leaning on a rock. With the sound of the sea in the background. Watching people talk at the beach bar. And writing these lines while I’m chewing my favourite dried nuts.

Life can be that simple.

No need for frills nor ornaments.

Random people at the beach bar. An oldish woman that, by her accent, looks like British and seems to have been established herself in the island. Her tanned skin and being the owner of two dogs support my hypothesis.

Who knows? But it is possible.

The rest of them are apparently tourists that, sooner or later, will need to go back to their different realities.

Who knows? But it is possible.

Life today looks simple. Going to bed whenever I want. Waking up whenever I want. And doing and undoing whatever I want.

Early breakfast, a trip with the scooter around the island, beach until sunset?

Deal.

Linger in bed, work in the blog until (well) after midday, late lunch and finish the day writing at the beach?

You got it.

Feeling good. Feeling lucky for having achieved what I chased for a long time.

But not all that glitters is gold. There have been days of certain doubts about if I was doing the right thing. But I realized that I am.

That this is the right thing to do.

If it feels good is because is right.

Another story is that, undeniably, certain things are missed. But some others are not. And the scale is heavier on the latter of the two.

Schedules, meetings, obligations are now things in different freezer drawers. Being realistic, there are high (or low) chances of having to come back to that at some point. That routine strikes back and starts being part of my life on a daily basis.

But, for the moment, I just don’t think about it.

And that is a priceless feeling.