I moved to Guatemala a little over 3 years ago on a song and a prayer. I had no clue what I was doing and it didn’t matter. Staying in Canada no longer interested me. It was time to move on.
I did little to no research before I made my big move. Threw a dart at a board and away I went. Ok, truth be told, a tea leaf reader chose the country for me because being a Libra, I suck at making decisions.
All I knew about this place was that it was super affordable, super beautiful and it didn’t snow. Good enough for me.
I’ve learned an awful lot about myself, people and life since I’ve been here. Lessons are being thrown at me daily. Life is very different here and you learn to roll with a lot of the punches. Things go wrong and there are things you learn to live without.
We have scheduled power outages about 6 times a year. It’s a whole day event. They send you a notice a week in advance. As an online entrepreneur, I appreciate these notices. I can plan ahead and schedule work for the day I won’t be able to get online.
But then sometimes the power just goes out. Randomly. Usually, when that happens it lasts less than an hour. Except for today.
The first power outage happened around 8:00 am and lasted over 3 hours. The second one happened just now, as I settled down on the couch to watch UFC. The first fight had just started and poof.
There went the lights. Again.
Now this morning’s outage was ok because it was daylight. You can still actually see what you’re doing and you can do things. Tonight’s? Well, it’s pitch black. I have candles burning and my phone flashlight on so I can type this out.
But let’s get back to this morning’s outage and what I learned.
I had a full day of work planned for today. I’ve been off work for almost two weeks. My mom died two weeks ago and I was up in Canada with family and friends. I knew when I got back home (Guatemala) I’d have a shit ton of work to catch up on. All good.
I also woke up slightly hungover. I returned on Thursday and Friday night was party night. I haven’t seen my friends in a long time and we partied hard.
Anyway. I was getting ready to settle in in front of the computer when the outage occurred. I figured it would be a short one. It’s Saturday. The weather is clear. This shouldn’t last long.
An hour in and I’m starting to get antsy. Like freaking out kind of antsy. The construction site below turned on their generator. This was gonna be a long one.
I fidgeted for about 15 minutes. What am I going to do? My house is already clean because my cleaning lady was just here yesterday. I’m too hungover to go out and see people. Today is a stay at home in your jammies kinda day.
I didn’t feel like reading. I tried that and lasted 2 minutes. I literally had nothing to do, no desire to do anything but work and was definitely not going out.
(The second power outage lasted almost 18 hours.)
But I realized something during this way too long unscheduled power outage. I learned something about myself and life.
Though I work almost 7 days a week (though I’m trying to take one day a week off now) I really, really love what I do.
I used to think it was frustrating and grueling and sometimes unrewarding but the fact of the matter is, none of that is true. I mean, sure, sometimes it does get frustrating when things don’t go right and I have to learn some techy WordPress shit, but for the most part, my work brings me extreme joy.
It’s taken a long time for me to realize this. It took a power outage to show me that I’m doing exactly what I was meant to do. Write, create, inspire and motivate people and when something stops me from doing that, it kinda freaks me out.
I used to think I was just addicted to the Internet and the online connection of people around the world but it’s so much more than that.
The Internet is my intravenous. It’s my lifeline to my heart, my purpose, and passion. I am dead without it. It’s my line to the outside world and the people who need to read my stuff in order to heal.
This power outage taught me something that I thought I already knew but it just drove it home hard. Really fucking hard.
I am on the right path. I am doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing. Even though some days it’s hard and frustrating, it still brings me joy and I’m lost when I can’t do my thing.
Are you doing what you love to do? Are you doing what you were put on this earth to do? If you’re not, do your best to make it happen. Life’s too short to waste time doing something that isn’t bringing you joy or filling your heart with love. ❤️
We aren’t here for boring or mediocre lives. We are here to live lives of amazing joy and freedom and if you aren’t living that life yet, then you need to figure out how to make it happen. No one can do that for you and bitching about your shit life isn’t gonna help. It’s only gonna give you more things to bitch about.
Remember, the mind is a powerful tool. Back that up with unstoppable determination and you have a recipe for pure success.
I love you.
Peace and Love
xo iva xo