So, this weekend, I decided to take an adventure and also swallow my fears. First I made an impromptu decision to travel, I haven’t done this in five years and this made me feel nervous. At this point a lot kept coming into my mind, I feared what to expect because it wasn’t planned, in fact I feared everything.
However, before the trip I decided to take my Friday off work because my flight was for the Friday evening, and I practically work from afternoon to midnight for now. At this point, this was going to count as personal emergency day (PED) for me at work and I didn’t have any that wasn’t planned for.
Well, though I had made an impromptu decision I wasn’t ready to go back on my words. I kept asking myself if I made a mistake. There were times I thought I was stupid for making such a decision without taking my time to think about it.
As the day came closer, I became even more nervous. I started imagining things for myself, I had a lot of negative thoughts and expectations.
I woke up on Thursday morning and my phone gladly decided to remind me of my trip for Friday. I sat on my bed and stirred at my dresser for a long time, as I ponder in my thought. I couldn’t tell anyone about this because I felt it wasn’t necessary so I had to deal with everything that kept going through my mind.
At this point, I had a nonchalant attitude toward packing my things for this ‘impromptu trip’ of mine. It wasn’t until Friday morning, I realized that I wasn’t even ready for the trip and I also had some last minute unfinished work I had to do for my dad that required me to go out.
I decided to wake up early, get ready and make sure that I finish all that my dad wanted me to do and get my things packed. Luckily for me things were peacefully going well. So, when I headed home to get my things packed I got a call stating that work was called off for everyone because of emergency. At this point I was excited because at least my PED wasn’t going to be used until further notice.
However, as I sat down rejoicing for my PED, I thought to myself that this could be a good sign that this impromptu trip wasn’t going to be bad at all.
As I got to the airport, I was still a little nervous but this time hopeful even though I didn’t know what to expect from this trip.
After the long and stressful flight, I got to my destination and a friend of mine was already at the airport to pick me. It was at that moment I realized that this trip wasn’t a bad idea.
The truth is the trip went well, but then it developed a lot of rhetorical question that I am still trying to figure out on my own. On the other hand, thinking about the trip now I ask myself, was it worth it?
Well, I would like to say it was worth it, and for some reason I can’t explain I felt good about the trip. I felt like I conquered that part of me that feared travelling without planning. I feel proud of myself each time I think about it.
Nevertheless, do you think I feared the unknown?