Still Here, Still Moving
“I leave things not because they are finished — they are never finished — but because I am ready for the next thing.”
Three weeks into Oaxaca state and I'm not done with it. There are towns I meant to visit and didn't, roads I turned back from, conversations I want to continue with people I've only briefly met. The south of Oaxaca opens into Chiapas and I know that once I cross that line the pull will shift and the Oaxacan chapter will be behind me.
I've been sitting with something that came up during a sit this morning: the difference between completion and readiness. I leave things not because they are finished — they are never finished — but because I am ready for the next thing, or because I need the discomfort of leaving to know what mattered.
The truck needs a look. Something in the rear suspension is speaking to me and I'd rather hear what it has to say in a city with good mechanics than on a mountain pass.
San Cristóbal is probably next. Maybe a week, maybe a month. The road will let me know.