Keagan’s World

I am exhausted.

Living a slow lifestyle in Byron Center with zero responsibilities to your name isn’t exactly taxing – mentally or physically. For the last 6 months, my toughest challenge has been the “Hard” New York Times Sudoku.

I’m now on day 18 of moving to a foreign country where I don’t speak the language.

Alone.

Talk about a change-up.

But the truth is, learning to speak Spanish and comprehend native speakers isn’t really the exhausting part. Now I’m not saying that has been difficult because it has, but it’s honestly fun. When you see yourself improving everyday, you find the energy to stay locked in. The exhausting part is everything else. I’m not exhausted because I did 4 hours of Spanish class today and spoke with my host mom for however long.

I’m exhausted because I was out until 6:30am and woke up at 7:30am for class.

Real smart of me I know right? And as much as I wish I could call that an isolated incident, it wasn’t. Here in Argentina, we (yeah, I’m basically a porteño now… deal with it 💅) call that being a “boludo”. However at the same time, I don’t regret it.

At all.

Because this exhaustion is a good exhaustion. it’s the type of exhaustion that tells you you’re living life to the fullest. You’re saying yes. You’re putting yourself out there. You’re building memories that will last forever.

It’s the type of exhaustion where when I finally do roll into bed, I have this stupid grin on my face because I’m thinking about the limbo line Valentin, Eva, and I started at a club at 4:30am. I’m thinking about the silly signs Margo and I posed with at the market in Boca (and the timeless face screenshot I will forever hold over your head, Margo). I’m thinking about the tranquility of Timon Dorado after kayaking through Tigre with Phil, Beth, Meghan, and Eva. I’m thinking about all the moments I wouldn’t have had if I had just said “eh, I don’t really feel like it today”.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience man. I only have 10 weeks left here already which is crazy to think about. 3 months really isn’t that much time.

With that being said, maybe 1 hour of sleep isn’t the brightest idea. Last Sunday I went out to the bar for the Lions game with no intentions to do anything crazy and ended up sharing several beers with a random group of retired guys from the United States. This came on the heels of a week full of late nights, little food + water, and consistent gym frequencies. So naturally, my body shut down, and the moment I returned home I felt so light-headed I had to call it a night and just fell in my bed fully clothed.

Now my friends and family at home, don’t be concerned, I woke up just fine the next day and honestly going to bed early was for the best lol. It was a wakeup call (pun absolutely intended).

After that miserable evening (OTHER THAN THE FACT THAT THE DAMN LIONS WON BABY), I realized there is a point where if you aren’t listening to yourself or your body you won’t be able to enjoy the moments you are saying yes to.

I ALSO realize if you’re paying attention this sounds like a load of BS coming off 1 hour of sleep lol. But I didn’t do it on the back of 6 straight days of less than 5 hours of sleep. I had full nights of sleep, took naps as needed, and gave my body a break from the gym earlier in the week to compensate for the lacking sleep.

You can take care of yourself and still say yes to something that may be a bit crazy. You just have to assess when too much is too much.

So tonight I spent it in by myself. I went for a run after a fat nap. I scouted out my future summer home for when I’m rich.

I cooked a nice pork, potatoes, and salad dinner. And I finally sat down to update y’all a little.

The truth is there is so much more to write and tell stories about, but I’m getting tired. And I just told you I’m listening to my body now. So, for tonight, that’s all.

Goodnight mis amigos 💙