With my eyes closed I've got it in my minds eye - I'm starting to relax, my heart rate is slowing down,my blood pressure is lowering and I feel like I'm floating ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I'm seeing the smiles on the people, and I smell the street vendors wares simmering in the heat. I hear the ocean breaking on the reef, and I taste the salt in the air, life is really good, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
This is great - almost like being there, if only I had a Belkin right this minute ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
BUT WAIT, I glance at the clock and it dawns on me that there are ONLY 67 HOURS LEFT TIL TAKEOFF. "T MINUS 67 HOURS AND COUNTING". Its like a loudspeaker going off in my head!
Then I start to question whether there is time enough to get everything done that needs to be done before I leave. Do I have everything I need to survive for 10-days in paradise. Will my luggage and dive gear make it or will I be left holding an empty bag.
My heart rate is beginnig to quicken, the veins in my neck are bulging, my chest is tightening and feels like someone is sitting on it, I feel faint- OMG I think I'm gonna have a stroke.
But just then as I am about to call 911, I think about all of the good things I've heard & read about Belize & AC and everything starts to level out again, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I THINK I'VE GOT IT!