Hi Friends,
I’m realizing something on this trip: there’s magic in letting the days unfold but there’s also a quiet kind of power in the planning that made it possible. It’s funny how those tiny choices, made weeks or months ago, shape the way I get to feel right now.
Because I chose this place this town where the food tastes like someone’s grandmother still stirs the pot. I picked the trails I wanted to wander, the markets I wanted to taste my way through, the mornings I knew I’d want to sleep in with no guilt.
And all that intention is transforming me in small, surprising ways. I feel softer around the edges, more patient with myself. I listen more closely to the wind, to my own thoughts, to the tiny details that usually get drowned out by noise and hurry.
Planning gets a bad rap sometimes. But maybe planning is its own kind of self-love the promise I make to my future self that I’ll give her what she needs: rest, new sights, good food, a chance to breathe different air and remember who she is underneath all the busy.
Every day here feels like it’s rearranging something inside me opening a window I didn’t know was shut. And it’s not an accident. It’s the reward for paying attention to what I want, what I crave, what I’m ready to let go of.
So yes spontaneity is wonderful. But I’m grateful, too, for the part of me that sat down with a map and a calendar and said, “I want this. I deserve this. Let’s make it happen.”
And now here I am living the plan, soaking it in, letting it change me in all the best ways.
Wishing you peace and happiness from my heart to yours!
Peace
Monita
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