In a few short hours we will be flying away from paradise where the sky is blue and the air is clear and warm with a cool breeze off the sea.
During the roughly 10 hours of flying time and several hours of an L.A. layover it will take me to get home, I also have to advance 5 hours through time zones. I’m going from 80 degree weather to somewhere in the 20’s wearing a pair of jeans and a lightweight sweater. I’ve got a pair of socks and gym shoes stashed in my carry-on to switch out my flip-flops at the airport.
It’s been worth every minute of it.
Here’s another trick of the mind—adaptation.
When I first struggled out of the Kauai airport doors a week ago pulling a medium-sized suitcase and a rolling carry-on bag, I was blasted by the climate—all senses on alert. Wow—it’s warm, green, fresh and beautiful here. It was stunning and it was glorious.
Don’t get me wrong, but that sensation was relatively short-lived. I didn’t wake up every morning with my senses vibrating over the wonder of this climate. I did have moments of lucidity and appreciation throughout the day, but nothing achieved that initial kick.
I adapted. My body, my senses, my mind—they all adapted to the conditions of my environment.
Which simply means I have a shocking and rude awakening ahead of me and my senses later tomorrow.
But it was worth every minute.