I had been looking forward to this trip for months.  I mean, who wouldn’t?   And it turns out that if this was the only island I could ever go to again, I would be ok with that. Perfect pinkish sand and the bluest water with the right balance of cold and waves.

 

 

It became the focal point of my existence rather than just a part of my life.  When dealing with unpleasantries both in work and life, I kept thinking Barbados is coming.  I am not great at packing.  I am probably the worst over-packer there is.  Having OCD doesn’t help.  I am not very organized to begin with and every time I travel, I decide that I am going to make sure my entire home is spotless and organized.  Not too much pressure!  I wish I could say that this was for me and that would be partially true, but it is mainly because if someone had to come in here in some kind of emergency situation while I was gone.  I wouldn’t want them to see this mess.

Also you never know when an EMT will be in your house.  I found that out the hard way, well actually they had it the hard way but that is another story.

Then I was behind in packing and well everything due to some last minute life stuff that came up – like having to get dental work! I told myself that I would be packed and organized one week before so I am not up all night packing the night before.  I was up most of the night before packing.

But I still made it there but not surprisingly, I got sick the first three days.  The kind of sickness where your nose will not stop running.  That didn’t stop me from cocktails and the beach including swimming but it is not as much fun when you have to carry a whole box of tissues with you.

The  lesson for me here was not to delay your happiness or have it be dependent on circumstances or events.

The thinking of once I got there/somewhere or got this or that I would be happy.  I will do that later.  Happiness is what happens now and in this moment.  Today is a rainy grey day but I had breakfast and coffee with my husband and am enjoying spending time with my dog.  Now I am writing.  Do I still struggle? Yes but I can’t let it take over.  I have to remember this sign from my favorite coffee shop.

 

 

 

I wish I had realized this earlier in life. But there is never a bad day in Barbados.