Just Go.

Updated: Oct 23, 2020

In May of this year, two lovely visitors came to pay me a visit in my home. You know, it’s a funny thing when people come in and out of your life. These visitors go by the name Anna and Theresa.

I met Theresa because of Anna and I met Anna almost 4 years ago in Spain. It almost sounds like a romance story where two distant lovers meet in passing and in a split moment their lives changed, which it technically did - I can only speak for myself.

In the Spring of 2016, I studied abroad in Bilbao, Spain. (Ah… what a time to be alive) I was in my third year of my undergraduate studies and longed to be in Spain since I was 9 years old. I vividly recall sitting at a Spanish cuisine restaurant with my parents and making a promise with my dad that we would go together someday. That moment had arrived but sadly only for me.

With all the excitement in the world, it was finally happening. My first time overseas. My first time in Europe. My first time being so far away from home - as if California was not far enough.

That’s where I met Anna. We sat beside each other in our Spanish language courses. By mere coincidence, it just so casually happened that our “bigger than life” personalities voluntarily decided to sit at the front of the class - (except the corner, of course). I’ve always liked to sit in the front of the class - the nerd in me still lives - and this is something that Anna and I share in common. Responsible with a side of crazy - right, Anna?

Reasons why I went to Mexico are simple: I wanted to. I knew it would be one of my last chances until I saw Anna and Theresa. We had made one of those promises while they were visiting me in Miami that I would pay them the visit. Typically, talk is cheap but… I meant it. I didn’t know how it was going to happen, but I was going to make it happen. And, just like that, as I spoke it into existence it happened.

I booked a round-trip ticket to Mexico City and off I went to see mein Deutche lieben in Puebla.

As I reflect on my spontaneous weekend trip, I think of the words of a friend. She said, “we experience feelings of anxiety, depression or whatever it is that you are feeling in moments of transition.” And, I’ve always wanted to live a life of spontaneousness.

You never know who you might meet, who you might sit with and eat next to it or who might surprise you along the way. Messengers come to you in the least expected moments.

With all this said, our 20s is our decade of growth, experimentation, and self-discovery. It’s the reason why my feelings of struggle are even more present than ever before. The only thing now that I am aware is affirming my strength. I now wake up with a new exercise. A new habit that I will be adopting into my daily routine - gratitude journal.

Let’s be grateful but also let’s remember to - Just Go.

Gotta Go. My Higher Self is calling. -B

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