Making my bed has not only consistently given me a motivated start to every morning and a satisfying end to every evening, but has also helped me prove to myself I can pick up an new habit--and maintain it.
Travel is an entirely optional ingredient in living a meaningful life--and there are other, much more critical ingredients we as a culture give little weight to.
I don't really feel like writing about this.
I speak Spanish a few times a week at my job and my mouth quickly gets tired and clumsy from the unfamiliar shapes it has to make. The only reason I remember the word for "hole" is because I have huecos in my vocabulary. I stopped straining to understand new accents and simply tell people to slow down if I can't understand them.
This is one of the ways I learned that "But this is just who I am!" doesn't fly as an excuse for unprofessional or inappropriate behavior. We learn to present certain aspects of ourselves in appropriate situations.
I’ve learned to be wary of shortcuts and accelerated progress. For me, a career is not a race to win against other people, but rather a structure to be built brick by brick, making sure each level is solid before adding another.
The "dumbest" people by far I have ever encountered are whitewater rafting guests. We would encounter pasty white city folk who don't know a paddle from an oar, foreigners who don't know how to swim, and muscle-bound bachelor parties who paddle with the strength of 100 ants.