Digital Nomad Diaries / 02.2023

If I’m being honest, the last month has been heavy. There were many days I could barely get out of bed.

As a multi-hyphenate, multi-passionate, doer-of-all-the-things all-the-time kind of person,

I didn't recognize myself.

The pain of losing Kila had changed me.

Worried that I could stay lost in my loss, I made a deal with myself:

That every day, no matter what, I would do one thing.

Just one.

In the days after Kila passed, that one thing was a shower, a meal, a walk.

It felt ridiculous to think about how hard the simplest tasks had become, how little I was getting done and how much time I felt I was losing as each day passed.

But the idea was to process, not to perform.

So I stuck to my “no matter what” promise.

I muscled through meetings, brands, photoshoots, reels, emails and events— just enough to keep my self and business afloat.

I had some “good” days, and many bad ones.

The climb was not linear, but as the weeks went on, one thing turned into two, and two things turned into more.

On one of those days, my “just one thing” was to sit down and write thank you notes for the gifts, food and flowers that I had received.

One by one, the cards piled.

A towering 25 in total.

I stared at the envelopes, stacked one on top of the other. Each, a singular act of kindness shown to me in ways I had not expected but would never forget.