I had a few days before I was supposed to leave and every one kept asking if I was ready to go.
I am not one of those people that packs a week in advance.
I am a night before kind of girl.
Granted, TWO nights before my trip I pulled out my suitcase and made sure to pack my bathing suit.
Then it was upon me: the night before my trip.
It was time to pack.
And it was time for deep thinking, apparently.
While I looked at my suitcase that had only my my bathing suit inside, and started thinking about what I wanted to wear while I was in Miami, I realized that I could be whoever I wanted to be while I was there. I could pack the best parts of myself and left behind the worn-out parts. The “ugly” parts.
My empty suitcase continued to amuse me while I wanted for my laundry to finish drying.
So I packed my suitcase full of shoes.
Was this the essence of who I had become?
Fabulous shoes and a love for Miami water?
Night and Day.
Did I really need anything else?
My musings were interrupted by a text message that read: Have a great time! Go be crazy! You deserve it!
I had earned the right to be irresponsible and wild?
I looked at the impossibly short skirts I had buried in a drawer from a time when I was younger and wilder and irresponsible.
I could take them with. I could be whoever I wanted.
That was the problem, all I wanted to be was the best version of myself.
It seems that the best version of myself included 5.5″ red heels and lots of gold bracelets, but the version also included sneakers and a good book.
I learned that the best version of myself was sassy and sophisticated and practical… to a point.
I packed my hopes and expectations into my suitcase, slept for an hour or two, and then proceeded to get dressed and get ready for whatever the next 6 days would bring.