Finding my way
I have always thought of myself as a fairly outgoing, open-minded, full of party kind of girl. The fact that I learned a huge lesson is neither here nor there. What happened to that person I was, where did she go? I mean, am I so medicated that I prefer to just be alone and zombie out to the tune of party of 3 or 4 than to hit the biggest, loudest, most crowded party I could find? I mean, really?
I’ve discussed that I know I don’t cry sometimes when I should but when I thought my wallet was lost? I cried. I didn’t at first. At first I just sat numb, trying to figure out how in the heck I was going to handle financial matters but better yet, how was I going to get on a plane with no identification. The security guard helped with the latter but fortunately for me, I found the wallet.
But not before I cried in front of a security officer, a company representative and a good friend. I begged my husband to forgive my ignorance and promised to never leave home without him again. When it was all said and done, I cried myself to sleep. I was spent, emotionally I was drained. I had partied, I had listened, I had talked (ok, I mostly talked) and I had used every emotion that I owned. Fortunately, the biggest emotion that I took ownership of was laughing but sometimes, I good cry is beneficial for everyone, right?
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