Scratch Malta

In between all the things —

big responsibilities, major decisions, and navigating seemingly endless crises,

I still hear the call of sunshine.

So, I've been researching,

And dreaming.

And researching some more.

For a minute, I was certain it was Malta.

European sun. Old stone. History layered on history.

But the more I looked, the more I felt it.

This is not right.

Too dry.

Not enough green.

Not enough conch shells and flying fish and deserted-island energy.

Not enough adventure energy.

So… scratch Malta.

I’ll get back to Europe someday.

But right now?

I’m pulled toward Central America.

Belize.

Costa Rica.

There’s a volcano hike in Guatemala that has my full attention.

And lately — unexpectedly — Panama.

I’m not exactly sure why.

But it’s calling my name.

So I’m mapping it out.

What it could look like.

When it could happen.

And I feel it — the spark, the energy.

The knowing that this is exactly what I am supposed to do.

This life of mine is heavy with responsibility,

And — I am actively making room for life giving opportunities.