1 more month! I cannot BELIEVE the race is almost done! I feel like just last week I stepped off the plane in Thailand.
In one month I will fly to Miami.
In one month I will have to say goodbye to some of my very best friends.
In one month I will say goodbye to rice and beans for a very long time.
In one month I will be able to flush my toilet paper.
One month
These past two months have flown by here in Nicaragua. The days are long but the weeks go by fast. Weird how that works.
My routine here is pretty simple. I wake up, workout, eat breakfast (usually rice and beans, sometimes pancakes), go to ministry (prayer walking, help in the school, help clean Cicrin), eat lunch, quiet time for an hour, hang out for a little while, eat dinner, have team time, go to bed.
Granted, writing it out, I feel like I do a lot more than it actually seems. I have learned to go with the flow of things and appreciate the down time.
One thing I have really gotten into is writing lists. Lists from me writing down my strengths and weaknesses, to questions I have, and ministries i have done on the race.
Being on the race I have learned more about myself than I thought I ever would. Just being here in Nicaragua there are so many things I didn’t realize.
For example, strengths. What are your strengths? Take a second. What are 5 things that you are good at? Makes you think, right? The more you think about it, the more you are able to think of. When I was first asked what my strengths were I couldn’t name one.
The race is different. I never thought that making lists would be something I looked forward to in a day. On the race you are aware of so many different things. Different things matter. You question things you never would. It’s a growing experience that’s for sure.
I am personally doing very well. Two weeks ago I called my sister to find out that they put my dog down. I think I cried everyday the next week. Other than that, I am good. I was talking to one of my teammates the other day and we couldn’t name something we were stressed about. We finally decided that we were stressed about if we were going to have soup for dinner or not. So, we weren’t actually stressed.
Am I ready to come home yet? Kind of. I get excited when I think of all the initial hugs and conversations. I am excited to take a shower and actually feel clean when I get out. I am excited to lay on carpet. I could probably name just as many misses I am going to have towards the race as well.
Eight months. It looked long, but felt like a minute. Here’s to one more.
One more month.
Thanks for reading 🙂 sending lots of love to all of you.
