My journey home was nothing short of…well, typical I guess. At this point I was beyond ready to just be home in my rondavel, snuggled in bed and at peace. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans. The morning of my early departure from Maseru commenced with a scorching hot kettle that burnt my fingers when I picked it up. I frantically searched around for a makeshift oven mit and grabbed the closest thing: my sports bra. I successfully poured the hot water into my thermos for my instant coffee and then had to peel my bra off of the kettle handle because apparently spendex melts.
When I got to the taxi rank I snagged the front seat and casually dozed off as I waited for the taxi to fill up with passengers. A few minutes later I was awoken by a tap on the window. I figured it was somebody requesting to sit in the other front seat, but much to my hilarious surprise, it was the driver holding a huge basin full of Russian sausages. I then spent the next 6hrs snuggled next to snausages…I frequently looked next to me and giggled to myself.
Finally, when I got home, I quickly dumped my bags inside and then had to proceed to Matholeng to help with their finishing touches. The teachers, students and community of Matholeng have been planning a huge end of the year celebration, so I promised to help decorate and lend a helping hand however needed. If I had not made a promise I would have plopped on my bed and passed out for the rest of the day, but I suited up with my raincoat and trekked up the mountain. If I wasn’t on edge enough, I of course had to fall down the mountain and give myself a mud bath. I literally just laid there with my legs up in the air, letting the raindrops get tangled with my teardrops. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I was so tempted to just turn around and give up, but I continued up the mountain leaving mud droppings with every step.
Now that I’m home, dry, warm and wearing clean jeans, I can laugh about all of this…but in the midst of it all I was so over everything. It’s incredible how important and crucial balance has become in my life! I was certainly not balanced, which is why slipping in the mud pushed me over the edge. Any other day I would have laughed mid-slip.
Every moment is an opportunity to live, learn and grow. I have recently been learning the importance of saying “No” if it means staying centered.