When You Start Living the Dream

It’s 7:00pm and I’m enjoying a late afternoon orange juice, served with a bowl of chips and another of olives, all for only 2,50 euros in the most lovely setting I could possibly imagine. I simply walked down a street, and bothered to look down an alley I passed (in Europe, I’m learning I simply must look down every street opening I find or I will miss some gem of a restaurant, cafe, or view) saw a garden, saw people in it, and went in. It’s like I walked into heaven, all with polite service and bargain prices.

Every day should be like this – just walk down a street, any street, don’t worry where you’re going or where you end up, just keep meandering until you find something that makes you want to stop. And, for me, every day has become like this. A friend recently asked me:

“What’s it like to be living the dream?”

My reply surprised me as it escaped my mouth, “I don’t know, the dream has become a reality.”

I didn’t realize it until I said it, but I am literally living my dreams – the ones where I wanted to travel the world at my leisure, meet great people, meet a great man I can fall in love with, focus on nothing but self discovery and enjoy every moment, albeit on somewhat of a budget, learn what I’m made of and what’s possible.

This is still surreal, and I think the last hurdle to my fully stepping in is that nagging curiosity about how I will earn a living around what I enjoy. I know part of the answer, and, if I’m honest, I know about 75% of the answer, but I’m still missing the “punch” of information that will help me step into doing it. And, perhaps I still want to experiment doing something I never even thought of.

I saw a man in the train station on my way to Santiago de Compostella from Vigo. He had a lovely dog with him and I wanted to pet her, but they walked away to quickly. I boarded my train, went to my seat, and there was the man with his dog. Manifesting is becoming a regular thing. And, of course, he was French and his dog was friendly. We had a lovely chat – he had walked across Portugal and his dog, who is 9, is now exhausted so he’s making his way home as best he can with his dog. I told him I’m traveling and trying to find the meaning of life. He suggested that India or Asia might be better for that, and that spending time on your feet does wonders for the mind.

So, I’m still working towards fully enjoying my time without the nagging concern taking over. I’ll keep looking for these beautiful gardens, and people that make the journey so worthwhile as I continue onwards.