Christmas in Mexico
This is what I want the title of my memoir to be.
As it would be the ideal description of my life.
Sparkling lights.
Religious iconography.
Perfect sunsets.
And of course, margaritas.
I look for plane tickets to some location that is not my home usually weekly.
I never book a flight.
But knowing I could if I wanted to makes me somehow feel better.
That if all else fails,
I’ve got an out.
Wrong.
Fat chance.
I’ve been there, and done that,
too many times to count.
If I can live on the beach and teach yoga,
everything will be amazing.
If Im in a country steeped with cultural tradition and art,
I will feel more alive and connected to spirit.
Where siesta are encouraged,
and a 6 day work week is a way of life.
Where families live together and support one another
until it makes sense to go off on their own.
Everyone has their own “Christmas in Mexico”,
but we all know that;
where ever you go, there you are.
The, If I just had this one thing, then everything will be amazing, syndrome
is a way of life for many of us.
It’s only the momentary tequila buzz or sea breeze sun salutation
that convinces me it would change everything.
Running away to a new house, a new country, a new partner or a new job,
changes nothing about who you are on the inside.
How you control your thoughts.
How you stay motivated and encouraged.
How you offer compassion to yourself and others.
Unless you are in an abusive situation, you really can be happy anywhere
because emotions are based on thoughts, not circumstance.
Do you have preference? Yes.
Are there things that suite your skills better? Absolutely.
My mentor, Brooke Castillo, of The Life Coach School says, change nothing until you’re happy.
Other people and things don’t create your happiness, your thoughts do.
If you believe if free will,
then you should believe you have the freedom of what you choose to think.
Will people be jerks? Yep.
Will your job be boring? You can guarantee it.
But it still does not choose your thoughts for you.
I choose to find joy and contentment in the act of being alive.
If I have expectations of someone,
it is my responsibility to make sure they know that and are in agreement with it.
If I want to feel more successful with work and making meaningful connections,
I need to get my self out there and take a step in the direction of the greatness I seek.
It will not happen with me tucked away watching Netflix.
Be the bad ass boss that you are.
In control of your thoughts and feelings.
And then, when there are random acts of kindness in the world, bonus.
Trust me, when you start taking care of you the best,
leaving things in the world better than you found them,
you are in a state of allowing abundance to come your way.
Expect nothing, work your butt off and you will receive more than you ever thought possible.
This doesn’t mean I don’t plan on spending Christmas in Mexico,
because that sounds amazing.
But it might mean a Margarita in the snow may be a new tradition.
The happiness I seek only exists in one place.
And I don’t need to get on a plane to find it.
Salud!
