Landed Thursday at 10:00pm, and it feels great to be back. Don’t get me wrong — I enjoyed my vacation immensely and had a great time, but sometimes the best parts of going away is coming back to it all.
There were many highlights of the trip: the Friday night where I drank enough margaritas to make my upper lip swell, and was taught to dance by a Spanish family in the disco. The amazing dinners at the a la carte restaurants with Erin, with the ocean swelling in the background. The night Erin and I spent dancing until 2am (including head-banging to Down With the Sickness by Disturbed!) then another hour hanging by the pool.
It was an excellent vacation overall, and I’m thankful to have had the opportunity to get to know Thomas’ sister better. We have a lot in common, and she’s one of the most genuine, funny, and relaxed people I know.
It’s funny though, because when I came back to Calgary my friend Kaila and I went out for lunch and talked about our separate trips. She went to Las Vegas for work while I went to Mexico for fun. However, despite different locations and purposes, we both discovered that being away from home for an extended period of time is a great way to get existential and reflective on your life; we both thought about our situations in Calgary, and had some moments of self-discovery.
It’s so much easier to think it all than it is to type it (and funnily enough as I was sitting by the pool and thinking everything through, I tried to structure my thoughts in a way that would translate to text, but you can see how well that’s going). We both agreed, though, that at the end of the day we’re more established and stable than ever before. We’ve both made the transition from early 20s to mid-to-late 20s sometime in the last year or so, and thank God for that.
While the vacation was fabulous there was one situation that caused me some frustration. I’ve hashed it out with Thomas, Kaila, my dad, and talked it to death. In the midst of all this, I realized that while it sucks and it’s not something I would choose or want to happen, it’s something that I can deal with. Hurt feelings are temporary, and only hurt as long as you keep letting it.
I’m glad I didn’t let this ruin the vacation, and it sucks that it happened at all (apologies for the uber-crpytic-ness of this post). But you know what? Fuck it. It’s done, it’s over, and I won’t put myself in a situation to feel that way for that reason again.
It’s a lot like this BuzzFeed post; a few years ago, something like this would eat at me for days, weeks even. But now, I’m choosing to let it go. Having that control is empowering, and I have every intention of continuing on like this.
You’re allowed to be hurt, and people (sadly) are allowed to hurt you. But how you deal with fallout and consequences speaks volumes more about your character.
(If you’re aching for more details, just Tweet or comment here. I don’t mean to be so dodgy, but I’d rather err on the side of caution. There will also probably be another Mexico post, as this one was largely about ALL THE FEELS.)
