It’s nice to take a plane somewhere and come back on one with a new perspective. The plane isn’t always a necessary element in gaining perspective, but it usually makes it rather unavoidable. Hawaii gave me perspective and other things.
Other things like quality time with my sisters-in-law; sitting on the beach telling them things I’d usually only put in my journal. It gave me time with Scott to surf new waves, because when we wake up in our neighborhood we get pretty hooked on surfing the same ones. It gave me time with my DeMint family not just to tan our skin and swim the days away, but to navigate challenges like the torrential downpour, 40º air and gale force winds that greeted us at the top of Haleakala.
To be totally honest, our time in Hawaii put me out of my comfort zone a bit. I’m an unwavering introvert, as you may know, and the thought of traveling with nearly 20 people made me want to pack a cloak of invisibility just in case I needed time in my own world. It turns out, I was mostly fine (I only cried once) and this is where the new perspective came in. This trip wasn’t meant to be about me, unless only for me to see that I needed to forgo control and put others first. Did I succeed? I’m not sure. There were at least two times when Scott and I went surfing instead of hopping in one of the vans with the whole clan. I’m glad I had those waves, we both are, but this is where hesitation creeps into my conclusion.
This vacation may not have been filled exclusively with selfless moments brought to you by yours truly, but it was a step in the right direction. I’m working on myself all the time and this trip gave me a compass to where I’d like to head next. Introversion can’t be an excuse to be selfish.