To say that my trip to Colombia was amazing is an understatement. They say sometimes life or something even greater pushes you to make changes you sometimes are too stubborn to make yourself, this trip reminded me of that. It’s kind of funny that I actually thought I didn’t want to go, yet the minute the plane landed I immediately felt this is what I needed. One of my friends says it’s almost as if you went to a retreat and came back a new person.
I don’t think it has anything with me being new, I’m still me just see things a lot differently. I got to have different experiences this time around, did it have to do anything with me being single? I don’t know, my cousin seem to have pointed it out. Honestly, I never realized that in the past even though I would visit I either went with a boyfriend or my mind was focused on the person I was dating while miles away. It was a breathe of fresh air when come new year the clock strikes twelve and for just one split second all I thought was…. “Wow no happy new year”. Then it’s like I blinked and realize NEW year. I definitely spend the last two months trying to have control of a situation or caring about someone who had made the solid choice to move on. It is a horrible thing to admit but hey it is the truth. Being far away and opening up my eyes, heart and whole self to this I instantly started to feel better. I decided to stop taking things personal and focusing more on how I react to stuff that happen or don’t happen in my life instead of trying to control them. To each his own. I say that all the time yet I wasn’t being that person who believed it. I was putting my energy in all the wrong places. Crazy how going away and being around loved ones can just make you feel better and open up to the idea of the kind love and person you want standing next to you. Truth is, I’ve always known but I got stuck on making the thrill guy the real thing. Big mistake. I don’t blame him as much as maybe some of my friends would want me to but more myself. I did that a lot through out the relationship to the point that when it ended the person I made it harder on was just me. Going away I was able to finally do the one thing I hadn’t been able to do in a very long time. It may seem little but that small feat was to forgive myself. The second I did it’s like I learned to let go and let be.
Add a dose of meeting new people, beautiful days, unforgettable nights and I just started to feel different. From beach days filled with my crazy family to crazy fast and furious nights. My country revived me and gave me such a positive energy back. I know how cheesy that sounds. Even my own mother was surprised, it felt good to hear her say how different I was while there. I will admit the minute I got back on the plane to return I was a little scared because of the many ideas I had flowing in my head. Then I realized, it was the good kind of fear. I got an adrenaline rush I needed to feel desperately feel again.
So far, the word for this year or let’s say – month – has been: spontaneity. The good kind.