Category Archives: millenials

A closer look at Nosara…..

I’m one of those people who has to see where I’m going before I get there. Maps of the area, photos, local blogs and news outlets. Compulsive, maybe? Whatever it is, I like to know what’s in store for me and words alone just don’t do it.

My daughters moved to Nosara, Costa Rica in mid-August, and now it’s time to visit. The fact that Sara contracted Dengue Fever a few weeks ago has nothing to do with me flying from NE Florida to Central America. Or that, even though I sometimes didn’t see her here in Jacksonville for weeks at a time, I kind of miss this adult child of mine. In any case, my plane leaves in about 40 hours or so, and I need to know what Nosara looks and feels like.

One place I’ve heard a lot about is The Salty Pelican, a meld of bar, restaurant, and hostel. Owned by a couple from Georgia in the U.S. (kind of in my back yard), the owners bought the property early this year, renovated, and reopened in July. My daughter told me that their Brunswick Stew is the best she’s ever eaten, even if it is served up in a tropical paradise. Read this recent article from the local Nosara newspaper to find out more about Kyle and Terri Christopher and The Salty Pelican!

salty pelican

 

One of the things Costa Rica is known for is their highly protected environment. There are no huge hotels built right on the beach. You have to take a short walk to get to the beach, but from what I hear, the walk is worth it. You might even see the arrival of the turtles, which must be happening right about now. Look in the background of this fantastic photo; no hotels, just lush tropical foliage.

See more fantastic photographs from the area on the website of the SalveMonos Association, an organization dedicated to protecting the monkeys and other wildlife and fauna in the area.

 

turtles in costa rica

Stay tuned for more before I leave this Sunday morning and as I stay in Nosara for the next week!

 

 

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Consider yourself warned…..

too late

Consider yourself warned…..

  • Eating junk food as your daily entree turns your body to junk. How could it not?
  • Joking about not exercising won’t be comical when you’re 70 and your legs and core won’t get you up off that comfy sofa any longer. It will be funny to those watching, though.
  • Smoking will be the death of you, one way or the other. Yes, YOU. Did you like taking that last breath, the one that just went in without any effort at all? If you smoke–yes, YOU–those breaths are numbered. Start counting.
  • Arteries in all kinds of places in your body can–and will–harden to the point that other important things CAN’T, guys. Yes, that one! Why doctors don’t harp on this with their male patients escapes me. If young men knew this NOW, they might take better care of themselves, because we know what gets their attention, above all else, right??
  •  That gorgeous “bad boy” will be bad for you, girls. Be careful, very careful, who you choose.
  • The trite platitude “It’s never too late” is a lie. Some mistakes can never be corrected, some missed opportunities will never circle back around for a second look. Live intentionally, not by the default position of “what will be, will be.” It made for a great tune, but the lyrics simply made its creator a rich man, not necessarily a happy one.

To reflect on your life with regret is devastating. Consider yourself warned, today, before it IS too late!

 

 

 

Putting sand back in the hourglass……

“It’s never too late.”

Um, yes it is. I hate to add fuel to anyone’s already overactive angst, but I’ve run into this gremlin way too much this week. It hides under the bed, waiting to snap at your ankles as you get out of the bed in the morning, or huddles in your closet ready to grab your wrist as you dress for an evening out with friends.

Time is a controlled substance and a commodity that doesn’t care what you do with it. It keeps ticking away as you make decisions, no matter how valid or valuable those choices are–or not.

When we are young, the end of our life is so far away, out there in the misty future, that we waste a lot of that controlled substance. People give us advice, but we don’t listen. None of us do. Maybe we even ask people we trust for guidance, but as the decision looms closer, we do what we want, often counter to that advice. And our own best interests.

But, in reality, we presuppose that time will never run out for us. The gremlin has bitten my ankles, though, and drawn blood this week. And I never did make it to the event I was dressing for as another wizened goblin  twisted my wrist to the point of tears.

Regret is the offspring of wasted time. Wasted chances. Unfortunate choices that will never be  cleaned up, decades later, as I now recognize where the road zigged and I should have….not.

I know better now. About many things. But my biggest regret is that the sands that trickled out of the hourglass of my life–my life, for God’s sake!–can never be funneled back into that delicate vessel.

Rather than end on that desolate note, here is what I would tell young(er) people from my vantage point today:

  • Behave as if today is your last day on this spinning top. Because it might be. Think about that with dedication every morning of your life, BEFORE the goblin snaps at you.
  • Spend time now considering what kind of life you want. What kind of partner is best for you. What career fits your goals and personality. And then set your course to get those things.
  • Don’t let other people–ANYONE–live your life for you. Make choices and decisions based on what you want for you, not what will make them happy. Seeking out advice in advance is advisable, but make sure these people don’t have a stake in the outcome of their words of wisdom. Consider if they have an agenda counter to yours, and then do what is best way for you to embrace the life you want, the one you spent valuable time unearthing. (Besides, some people are idiots, let’s face it.)
  • Spend time learning to love yourself. No matter your religious or spiritual beliefs understand that the fact that you are here is all that is necessary for you to be “good enough.” Period.
  • Have more fun. Laugh, be silly, watch clouds once in a while. Dance, or paint, or write, or blow bubbles every day. Whatever. Life is to be enjoyed, not endured. To realize this near the end of your life is excruciatingly dismal.

Believe me.