Galveston, TX – August 13th-21st
Sometimes I go through waves of feeling like everything that I touch falls through my hands like sand and I need to be in control. I had so many plans for this year. I was taking my business more seriously and seeing growth, I was planning trips, and I thought I had it all figured out. Then corona happened and my business halted, all of my trips were cancelled and I finally admitted to myself that I was in love with someone that I could never have. Again.
And even though none of that was really my fault, I still felt like I failed myself. So for my birthday, I wanted to go somewhere and be on the ocean with the only person that I don’t get tired of. I was so excited I was packed a month ahead of time and I had a checklist on my iPhone of things to make sure to pack but just getting to Texas from the planning and then rescheduling was a hot mess but we made it and I was hopeful that it would go well because I always feel that my friend would never disappoint me. My only goals were to have fun, be stress free and feel pretty.
On the way, the battery to my car died, a braid came out of my head, we almost ran out of gas and I fell asleep at the wheel so many times that I don’t even know which angel kept that car on the right path. When we got there, we headed straight to the beach where I lost two more braids, a nail and the products in my hair in combination with the salty water kept burning my eyes.