Following personal adversity, we do great (though not necessarily good) and sometimes funny things. In Wild, Cheryl Strayed set out to rebuild herself by walking 1,000 miles of the Pacific Crest Trail (goals AF). Elizabeth Gilbert ate, prayed, and loved her way through three countries. Frances Mayes traveled reluctantly to Italy and bought a Tuscan villa on a whim. Alexander Supertramp gave away all his belongings and made his way to Alaska, surviving over 100 days before he died (maybe the happiest ending of all, depending on the current state of your mental health).
When we think we have nothing more to lose, we either spiral further into self-destruction (I drank my way through December) or pick ourselves up off the ground AND MAKE SHIT BETTER.
In January, I was having lunch at Italianni’s when I looked up to see the phrase “Eat Pray Love” written on the wall, staring down at me. It had been two months since I got dumped and I was in a terrible state of mind. I laughed and took that as a sign to book the Bali flights I had been mulling over for the past couple of weeks. Before our appetizers arrived, I was set to spend my birthday in a different country alone.
Things only got worse over the next months, but at least I had Bali to look forward to.
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My big comeback was supposed to be about my Bali trip but it’s taking a bit longer to put that one together. How do I recover from my unexplained long absence? I guess with a bunch of gifs…
When I was young and naïve, I always thought life would have some sort of ceremony or a turning point that’ll explicitly mark the passage from bumbling teen to full-fledged adult. Like, I was 21 when I moved into my first condo and that could have been #mymoment… but my mom was paying for my rent. I started paying for my own rent at 25 and that could have been #mymoment… but my mom would still come over to clean my apartment. I’m fully financially independent now and maybe this is #mymoment… and does it really matter that I live with my mom???
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When you’re a working adult, summer isn’t really anything special. It’s just like the rest of the year, but hotter and stickier. For as long as I remember, I’ve been spending the March-May months stuck in the city, grateful for the longer days but also wishing I could hie away to a destination that isn’t my office lol.
This year, I plan to do things differently. I’ve started watching what I eat and working out so I could at least trade in my sweaters for sundresses, and I’ve been plotting my vacation leaves so I could have a proper summer trip.
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