At this time last year, I was fresh off seeing The Eras Tour in Miami and packing my bags to attend again in New Orleans.
That boggled my mind so much.
The expense, for starters. The fact that good things were happening.
The single/travel life I’d always wanted was now here. But, at such a terrible cost.
Going through a bit of the same now, as another trip I’ve been planning forever is imminent.
This isn’t just two nights. This isn’t just a time zone change. This is literal insanity.
Depending on some potential changes, it’s three to five flights. It’s theme parks, tours, concerts, parties and movies. All tickets purchased. All days planned.
The only thing that’s up in the air is my health.
I get sick every time I travel. Maybe because I run myself ragged. Maybe because the permanent snowflakes out there think it’s cute to vomit-cough on people and things we people are about to touch.
I used to run myself ragged prepping for a trip. Mom didn’t like that. She believed in staying home, getting ready leisurely, packing intentionally, not taking any chances.
This time, all my shopping and prepping is done. I even have empty suitcases in my trunk, ready to be packed when it’s time. (Damn elevator outage.)
But.
I have things to attend just about every day leading up to my departure.
I’m so worried that I’ll contract cooties before the trip. Which is why I’m loath to extend the trip. I mean, I CAN (what is money, anyway?) … but between the lead-up to the trip and the main trip itself … how will my health hold up?
Can’t get a covid booster because, Florida. But I do have Dayquil, NyQuil, zinc, echinacea, cough drops, Mucinex, magnesium booties and epsom salt booties. Now to remember to pack, I dunno, actual shoes.
Also, not for nothing but I am still bewildered that people just DO this.
They pick a destination. Buy event tickets. Buy food. Do it, eat it, enjoy it and do it again.
It’s not that I don’t feel I deserve it. But … it’s hard to get accustomed to having good things and not waiting for the universe to realize I’ve found joy and find an immediate way to counter it.
I do forget that I am a lucky person. Charmed. Blessed. Protected. Loved. Abundance is my birthright. JOY is my birthright.
So is the ability to pay off that platinum card, right?
Well that depends whether I leave tomorrow’s event in my own car or in the back of a squad car. Film at 11. Or never.
Now I see why Momma stayed home till a trip started. Too much risk out there!