I just spent my whole day playing the game “How much can I fit into one backpack?”
But, I wouldn’t have been able to carry it to the car let alone across Nicaragua, so I unpacked it and tried again. And again. And again.
No, I’m not moving. I’m also not going to college—been there, done that. But I am going on a life-changing adventure!
From August 31st to September 27th, I will be in Nicaragua for my yoga teacher training.
I have spent the last few months researching the experience online, trying to find out what other people packed in their giant backpacks (along with their own personal reflections of their training and insights into their programs) and honestly, I found little to nothing on the topic.
So, I am preparing to leave, feeling like I’m sailing into a dark storm.
Okay, it’s not that bad. Truth be told, I don’t know if I have ever been this excited about anything in my entire life!
Or more scared…
My fears stem from my ego:
I wonder if I’ll be the worst in class.
I stress that my thighs are too big.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Packing makes me feel better, because it gets my hands on the situation. It’s an action. It’s something I can do to prepare myself for something I’m honestly lost about…lost, but so full of amazement, wonder, fascination, and love.
I can’t wait for Monday!
Anyway, to start the documentation of my journey, I’m going to share a bit of my packing process with you. That way you won’t feel as lost when you’re in my shoes…traveling the same path that so many have walked before.
Did I forget anything?
Author: Stacy Porter
Editor: Renée Picard
Image and video: author’s own