Vacationing is sweet indeed. After Old Orchard Beach, Maine, our trip continued on to Boston. We slept at a campground in Middleboro, Massachusetts, half way in between Boston and Providence, Rhode Island.
From Middleboro it was only a twenty-minute drive to the beach in Plymouth, Massachusetts, the place where the first pilgrims of New England arrived on the Mayflower in December1620 from Plymouth, England, after having spent three months on the Atlantic. It was very special to be at that place where these courageous men and women started their new life. Those who survived the rough trip, faced a new challenge – learning how to live on the new continent, with its new plants and illnesses. Native Americans helped the locals and a year after their embankment the pilgrims thanked God for protection. Thanksgiving was born.
I’ve been learning a lot about my reactions to different situations on this trip. Thunder storm in a tent, going with the flow and not planning ahead, night time alone in a pitch dark tent, drinking Starbucks decaf again (sounds ridiculous right, but I was scared to do so since I got a panic attack a year ago at a Starbucks). I’ve claimed yet more of my life back. That feels empowering. My anxiety still haunts me at times but compared to a year ago, I’m at a way much better place now.
What I’ve learned is that life indeed is a journey and nothing is perfect. Like that popular song says “I love all your perfect imperfections”. Or a Parisian shrink who annoyedly screamed at me “if everything was perfect, that’d be so-ooo boring”. So, it’s not perfect but my internal states are getting towards a better and better place. I’m enjoying life and thinking a lot less of bothering things.