Vol 2.13 Taking my own medicine

An update from London

The last couple of weeks have been tough. Not physically, but emotionally. I have been working extra in the hospital, and whenever I do that, it takes its toll on me. I love it there, but when the patients are really sick or there is work drama, it affects me. I have also been planning a three-week trip for the past several months, and being the little planner that I am, I spent gobs of time researching and making decisions. I’ve often joked that I missed my calling as a travel consultant because the research I do is extensive, but once I land, I let it all go and do what feels right. I do it this way because I love knowing all my options when there, rather than looking at my phone/computer to find something to do or where to go. Researching new places for me is a lot like the love people have when being transported by books. This is my way of transporting to a new world.

All this to say is that I am in London right now and about to leave for Marrakech, and up until landing here, I was stressed the F out. The closer I got to leaving for this trip, the excitement disappeared, only to be replaced with anxiety and questions. Add in the recent earthquake, and I was maxed out. I had to dig deep into why I chose to make this trip and leaned in hard to remind myself that I was going for this, my writing. This space is where I get to share my world of thoughts + the respect and appreciation I have for you, the reader, and all the connections I have made with my words and all the future words I will write. I am here to learn. To focus on my strengths and take away some worries about all my weaknesses. I am here to hone my writing.

So, dear reader, please forgive me as I disconnect for a bit. I want to do what I constantly tell the women in my life to do: make yourself the priority. I am taking my own medicine. I am gifting myself this time and space to fully immerse into this experience of travel and connection. In a few hours, I will meet up with my oldest girlfriend (since the age of 13) to spend the first five days together exploring Morocco before my writing retreat begins.

I promise to share all the goodness in good time. Thank you for being here.

Much love from London, soon to be Marrakech,

M.