Well, to nip my Seasonal Affective Disorder in the ass, this past Monday morn I got on a plane. Because I share my travel adventures with you, this ‘Fall of 2016’ escapade was one I had fiercely researched and booked last June; resulting in my first ever 12-day jaunt into the sunlight.
My Trip Advisor specifics aside, as my departure drew near, I will admit that I did NOT want to go. There was a serious amount of dialogue back and forth about cancelling but in the end, my best friend convinced me that if I didn’t go into the light, the upcoming winter would consume me. At the end of the day, I knew he was right.
Unfortunately, his reassurances and prompts didn’t change for the past couple of months my mind’s been wound tighter than a nuns’ whoo-whoo. The closer my trip approached, the more I internalized my dismay.
The more I compartmentalized, the less I slept. Then, that last straw broke the proverbial camels back and I realized that no matter what I did, nor what I said, some circumstances are never meant to change. So, I shed my worry and got on a plane.
Well, approximately 48 hours since arriving I think I finally may be getting into the swing of things. That said, I'll keep ya posted as I am hoping to take time and write daily.
Something I haven't done since April...
|Photography and my blog.... Two of my favourite things!|
TAKEN: NOVEMBER 30th, 2016