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It's in February of 2015 that I travelled to Costa Rica. I had planned on going by myself, but at the last minute, when my daughter found out that I was going, she quickly decided to join me. This was to my delight, to say the least. There were lots of exciting times over there, and it started as soon as we landed in San José. We both didn't know much Spanish, and the roads are not clearly indicated, as we are accustomed to. To please my daughter, who is always after a good high adrenaline experience, we only stayed a couple of days by the Pacific coastline, left the warm sunny beaches, and headed up to the stormy, and cold rainforest. We made it all the way to Monte Verde, in search of exciting things to do, and we certainly found them. I will save the unexpected, and thrilling events of getting there for another blog. Anyway, the following day, we hopped onto a bus that took us to Monte Verde Extremo Park. It bares its name. This is where we would be able to Bungee Jump at an altitude of 143 meters high – ok, where "she" was going to bungee jump. I would be quite content being the one behind the video camera.
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This morning, I heard something that made me reflect. Isn't it interesting how we all have different perceptions of what we experience in life? How I could be looking at the exact same thing as the person standing next to me, but seeing something entirely different; or how I could be going through the same situation as someone else, but experiencing something very different, even though it's the same series of events? This has always fascinated me, and I've spent a great many years studying this; I've experienced it myself, sometimes at the cost of great lessons that shaped me into who I've become. As a young adult, I was more of the type to stay in the background, or to the side, and let others shine. I never felt like I was worthy of being heard, or that I had anything of value to share. After years of internal struggles, reinforced by the life I had created for myself, my self-esteem hit an all time low. I literally felt like everyone else was better than me, and by everyone, I mean everyone. I was good at hiding it too. Hiding is pretty easy to do when you have a professional career, and ''things'' to hide behind. It wasn't hard to do at all. I was functioning normally, tending to my responsibilities, behaving like a happy contended adult, but I was miserable and dying inside. I couldn't relate to anyone. I felt different. I had a full time professional career, appeared successful with two kids, a house and a car to maintain.
