When you tell people you are going on a big trip to heal your heart, there are comments mentioning the book Eat, Pray, Love. I’m not going to deny it, the idea of an amazing trip did come a little from the movie/book.
I didn’t specifically set out to do those three things because that is pretty cliche. But I would be lying if I said, I didn’t go through all three of those actions. As I’m rounding into the last week of my trip, I can’t help but think about all the amazing experiences I have had.
Now, I did eat on this trip. I tried new things and found some new favorites. I went to White Castle for the first time, had the famous Skyline Chili, Shrimp Ceviche, an Indian Taco and some other things I am sure I’m forgetting. I also am less serious in my relationship with Diet Coke. I’m not saying we’re breaking up, but we’re definitely seeing other people.
While I haven’t been to church, I have definitely been praying and am sure I have been the beneficiary of other’s prayers. Every time I have asked for help, I have received it in one way or another and I definitely feel like someone is looking out for me.
Lastly, Love. I know that when people think about the book/movie and they talk about love, they are looking for a great love affair. I can tell you, not just because my mom might actually read this, but truthfully there have been no flings on this trip. However, I have never felt more loved in my entire life. My friends opened their homes to me and took care of me most graciously. I felt my friends cheering me on through their calls, texts, Facebook posts and all the likes on the blog posts. My family has encouraged me every step of the way, my dad even made sure I had a pocket knife for camping.
This afternoon at the hotel, I sat at the pool, in the shade, and dozed off. By myself. And I was content. I’m not going to say my heart is completely healed but there is so much truth in the statement that Life is about the journey and not the destination.