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Back when I went into my office job each day, I just knew. I knew, for the most part, what awaited me. The bad included unreasonable executives, sitting in a cubicle, body aches, the commute, panic. The good included yoga, seeing a friend, or wine and food at an expensive bistro. Or maybe just lots of wine at said bistro. The ache of frustrated dreams plagued me, as did loneliness, but a comfortable predictability reigned.

What about once I venture to Mexico? A great unknown. I can feel it but I don't know it. A sage might ask, well, Kelly, what do you want from your time in Mexico?

That I do know. Adventure. A big book deal, and soon. And love. The love of my life.

I feel a pushy urge for the trip to be monumental, in exchange for all the emotional currency I've laid down. I want certainty! I changed my entire life for this book. Threw off the shackles of comfort for not knowing.

Knowing everything would take away the magic of surprise, whispers the sage.