I’m in the middle of my trip to Hawaii and in the middle of figuring my shit out. Maui is beautiful. The thoughts in my head are not. But… such is life.
My hair loves the humidity here. There is a cool breeze and sporadic bursts of gentle rain. The only drivers who cut me off when going somewhere are the tourists driving rental cars. The ocean can be seen in the distance from almost anywhere I look. It’s the complete opposite of the desert in Las Vegas.
I’m not happy here. I should be but I’m not.
I’m in one of the most beautiful places on Earth and I should be so excited to be having this experience. I’ve been processing some dark thoughts and emotions here. I don’t know why I couldn’t do that back home but it seems easier to confront them here.
Instead of approaching this like a crazy, adventurous vacation I’m approaching it like a mental and emotional vacation. Ugh. I wish I was just having fun. Hopefully all this will enable me to “just have fun” next time I take off impulsively.