How much do we need to grind up against challenges, big or small, before we accept that we may need to make a change? How is it that this sense of needing to stick-it-out, endure, maybe even prove oneself in some way can creep in to the way we make our decisions?
As a newly-nomadic family, we are learning. A lot. And the lesson del dia seems to be about knowing when to stick-it-out and when to pull the shoot. And most importantly – how can we accept ourselves and our preferences without judgement?
After ditching our traditional life in Canada, we are feeling the tension between what we believed to be comfortable at home compared to what we can expect to find here in Mexico. What is reasonable to expect? Where do my expectations even come from? Are they my own, or have I just unknowingly swallowed consumerist ideas of what a home is supposed to be?
