I was spent.
After being on the road for 3+ weeks, I didn't want to go anywhere, so I lay in bed until 10:00am. This was quite the contrast with my track record so far, as I've been hitting the road by 6:00am consistently every day, sometimes even earlier to get a full days worth in a city. The cool A/C invited me to remain there all day.
Shaking my head, I rush to get out of my guesthouse as soon as possible, knowing that every minute longer spent there was an extra bar being placed in the cell that was my room.
Feeling particularly unsocial and unexcited about the day, I decide that it'd be best to finish this trip strong and go hard for the last two days before I head back to Singapore. Getting excited about the trip to the Philippines, I reprimand myself and remind myself to stay content in the present.
This writing thing has probably kept me sane amidst the solitude of this journey. Being honest with myself has been so important. A lot of people mention that their travels change them, but I feel like I'm still the same person. I do feel an increased awareness of my reactions to events, whether it's impatience, excitement or a plethora of other available options.
As I look up from my laptop and my fruit salad, I see that the heavens have opened up their floodgates. As the streets rise up with water, I think to myself, 'Today is definitely going to be fun.'
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