I publish here every Wednesday or Thursday. Last week, that didn’t happen—possibly for the first time in Rogue Priest history. While I announced the delay by Twitter, I think it’s time for an update on what’s going on.
First, for those of you who asked, all is fine. I went back to New Orleans for a final one week visit before the trek to Mexico, although I had still intended to publish here as normal. I arrived in time for Krewe du Vieux, the first parade of Mardi Gras (which is not what you think it’s like). It was a weird reprise of last year, more fun because we took an easier pace, but a different kind of thrill when you’re not the newbie.
Also during this trip, I managed to come down with a severe stomach flu (not related to Krewe du Vieux). I’m going to blame that for the lack of posting, although there may have been some vacationitis in the mix as well. I always want to have three, four weeks of posts written in advance so that I never fall behind, but I rarely pull it off.
The stomach flu also delayed my departure from NOLA back to Texas, which I don’t mind. I’ve just gotten final word that my sole kayaking partner has bailed, so if I paddle 160 miles from Corpus to the border I will be doing so alone. I’ll need to have a final talk with Ken about that and make some decisions. If I don’t paddle it I’ll be bicycling it, which is an easy three days but sounds so depressing after months of training on a kayak.
Either way, in a fortnight I should be on my way across the Mexican border and on to rendezvous with my esteemed Mexican colleague the Wandering Dragon. After resting my feet at his estate I’ll have to decide where I’ll live for my Mexican sabbatical, my last chance to perfect my Spanish before I bike or walk one end of their country to the other.
It’s an exciting time, in many ways, and although it’s a whirlwind of uncertainty I’ve learned to embrace the confusion. As so many of you wonderful readers have pointed out, the unknown is a huge part of what I’m doing, even why I’m doing it. And while some people who know me may say I’m not a planner, accepting that level of unknown has often pushed me far beyond my comfort level—I do, in the end, like a plan. But more and more my confidence grows in the adventure itself, and I gain a better compass of my capabilities and needs, and that makes it easier—so, so much easier—to embrace just jumping into a new experiment.
And that’s what’s going on with me. What’s going on with you? What new adventures or experiments are you undertaking?