Undeclared Thoughts

Two weeks ago, it felt weird for my hand to be moving over a trackpad instead of gripping a hammer. I'd just gotten back from Mexico, where I spent a week helping to build a roof for a church. It was refreshing to be separated from my phone and computer. Following internet tangents in my spare time was replaced with playing basketball and getting to know new friends.
Mexico was a great place for me to over-analyze and get lost in my thoughts (even more than I normally do). Here's what I brought back from Mexico:

• I'm too addicted to comfort. I need to cut myself off from the framed-picture future of graduating in four years or less, finding a steady job right away (preferably at home), and having some cool adventures every now and then. Maybe my life is going to be crazy, and my life-calling is something that isn't considered a job by today's or the future's standards. To give you context, I'm currently an undeclared freshman. I don't like the feeling of not having a major goal. Even though my GE classes are leading towards graduating, I wish I had more of a vision. I was reminded that if I pursue what completes me--whatever that may be, it'll be worth it. This isn't to say that I should plunge into my future with only my ideals. I need to understand the situation from multiple perspectives. There needs to be a balance of passion and practicality. As I wonder and dream about my future, I want to be open to the uncommon and unsafe.
• Smiles and handshakes are powerful. Aside from "yes," "no," "thank you," and "hello," I knew no Spanish. I initially felt bad that I didn't make the effort to learn basic phrases before going to Mexico, but later realized that there's something so special about communicating with tired smiles instead of calculated sentences. Church members said "thanks" with handshakes and hugs, and that was enough. As a side note, since I'm not used to getting kissed on the cheek as a greeting, I accidentally rammed the right side of my face into a lady that was trying to kiss me on the cheek. Thankfully, I'm pretty sure that there were no injuries. 
• Homemade Mexican food is amazing. I figured that the food would be delicious, and my prediction was confirmed. There's nothing like eating homemade carne asadas, fresh tortillas, tamales, and tacos after a hard day's work in Mexico to fill you up and make you feel loved.

The moment you hit your thumb with a hammer, life gets very unpleasant. After hitting my thumb numerous times on the second day of making trusses, I wanted to be done with hammering. By the next day, we finished the trusses, and my thumb started to recover. By the end of the week, I forgot what a throbbing thumb felt like and said I definitely wanted to help build next year (this is an annual event). Typing feels normal again. I've slowly gone back to wasting hours online. I knew this would happen, but I still want to recapture some of what I had in Mexico. I'm going to genuinely start trying to and will let you know how it goes.