The Island owns me now. Each day rolls in to the next. Sleepy days. Swimming. Eating mangoes.
I have grand plans of planning retreats, running an online business, studying something. Instead I just flow with each day. Rolling with the waves, the tequila and the constant stream of social gatherings. I am never alone. I come to a resort to write my blog and see at least 5 people I know. Hours pass. Chatting about life. Jumping in the ocean.
This past week has been a massive blur of shots and late night dancing. This next week will be different. Thank goodness for Yoga. My anchor. The only thing keeping me present, even if just for an hour.