In exactly 11 days I will be flying to Lisbon. This trip was conceived in madness, at 3 am one morning in May when I couldn’t sleep and I just kind of decided that things were going pretty shit but also that it was within my power to change all that. It went something like this:
little voice inside: WE SHOULD DO THAT!inner critic: ARE YOU MAD?
little voice inside: honestly I’m not sure but fuck it ….WE’RE GOING! I emptied my bank account and booked the flight, not knowing how I was going to afford anything else but now it’s 11 days away, my finances are sorted and I’m actually going. I. AM. TERRIFIED. Not only because any other plans I have tried to make this summer have not worked out but because I’m winging it for the first time in my life. I’ve been to Paris before but my sister lived there and knew everything about how to get around and spoke pretty decent french. My language skills are not an issue here, my Spanish, Portuguese and Catalan are more than sufficient but it’s the fact that I’m allowing things to happen, knowing that I have little control over what’s actually going to happen and because this is something that I’ve dreamed of pretty much since I’ve known myself and it’s right there…11 days away…ahhhhhhhh. I’m flying alone but meeting my bestie in Lisbon and we are going to Porto and Barcelona then returning to Lisbon, over the course of 10 days.
“It had long come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things.” Leonardo da Vinci
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