I pulled this photograph out the other day to put on facebook…it made me laugh…I remember some things about that trip from upstate NY to Florida during our high school spring break. For starters, there were 8 of us packed into that car! Eight full-sized humans in one car for 24 hrs straight! I was 16 years old and my parents (I do now really question their sanity) let me bring my best friend AND my boyfriend! What were they thinking?! How did we fit?! Not to mention the fact that in the middle of the trip I broke up with my boyfriend and so my parents were stuck entertaining him for the bulk of their “vacation”.
Anyway, what really strikes me is how I never remember even considering the things that I now “require” for vacations (like my own hotel room, private bathroom, a quiet, beautiful hotel…the list goes on). I also didn’t worry that if I didn’t get enough sleep, I would not enjoy myself, what food would be available, as a matter of fact, I don’t think I worried about that much. I have become, little by little, less flexible, more concerned with “getting all of my ducks in line”, …my husband says I am the most organized trip planner that he has ever met. That is probably true but you cannot “plan” spontaneity into a trip . A part of me really wants to leave room for the spontaneous, the unexpected, and another part wants to plan every detail…leave nothing to chance. But that is not really living, and I don’t believe in chance, so I am setting my intention today to expand my comfort zone…just please don’t ask me to drive to Florida in a Bronco with 7 other people….ever.