Here it was October 5th, 2017, and I had to catch plane again by myself. Getting on an airplane really isn’t a big deal for me, I actually like flying. This year I’ve been on an airplane numerous times but only with family. Around this time last year (Nov. 6th) I was on a returning flight from ( Blogalcious), only to find that my now ex husband had walked out on me. So, let’s just say I had a little PTSD moment of going to the same conference again, getting on the plane, and then getting off to find my world turned upside down. But I got on the plane and returned once again. Here’s what I learned in the midst of it all.
Make yourself move
Fear is crippling. I’ve learned that in about everything I want to do or don’t want to do in life. Fear will keep you from doing the most amazing things. A day before the trip I didn’t want to go. I texted my sisters’ and told them that I couldn’t make it. All those feelings of abandonment were coming back. I didn’t want to go to the airport but I made myself get up and drive. When I got there it was like everything and everyone was moving in slow motion. This may sound dramatic but when you’ve experienced such a traumatic experience as I had, those feelings are real. I made myself get on the plane, and I didn’t look back. I’ve learned to get out of my own way. That the most uncomfortable/scariest moments turn out to be the most rewarding. So, GET UP and GO.
Quality over Quantity
This was supposed to be a business trip for my blog but also a vacation. My trip was cut short by 3 days! I literally went there on Thursday and came back Friday night. All because a hurricane threatened my hometown and I left my dog (my baby) in my house alone, so worried- I headed back home. The funny thing is that everything and everyone I wanted to see I saw on the first day. While on an elevator I met one of the brands I wanted to discuss business with and we made a great connection. This was divine intervention. Every speaker I wanted to hear happened to be on Friday morning/Afternoon as well. The moral of the story is that although I didn’t get to stay the whole conference, the quality of the trip far suppressed the quantity. I got some great gems and swag to take home.
What’s meant to be will be
I’m a true believer in fate. So, what’s meant to be will happen and what’s not wasn’t meant for me. I could’ve been in Miami for the whole conference and not ran into that brand on the elevator. Looking back I’m glad I came home. The hurricane never was, and I learned how protected and blessed I really am. You see, things change, people most definitely change, but faith doesn’t. If you’re in a place right now where you have to make a decision, big or small, keep the faith and move forward. Just know maybe, just maybe things turned out how they were meant to.