Last week my husband and I left our home near Sacramento, CA and drove to LAX (a mere 7 hour drive), to board a non-stop flight to San Jose, Costa Rica.  We have been planning this trip for months.  I have always had some amount of discomfort with the cold weather in the “winter” months and so, now that the kids are grown and mostly out of the house, we decided to take the risk to spend most of the month of February in a warmer climate.  Some friends of ours offered to let us stay in their little “tico” just outside of Manual Antonio National Park on the Pacific side of Costa Rica.  So, here I am in my tank top, shorts and flip flops looking out over the crystal blue patio-side pool out onto the Pacific Ocean where a small yacht is lazily moored in the bay outside the “nacionale parq”.  

Why so downcast, oh my soul?  So, why is it that when we first arrived at this little spot of paradise I felt so undone?  Why was I anxious and on edge?  Why was I trying to control every little thing that my dear husband was doing?