This weekend was my first anniversary with the hubs. For weeks I researched our long weekend road trip to upstate NY and I found several day dream worthy destinations. I looked into small B&B's, big resorts, small rentals, yoga classes, wine tours, just about anything you can think of for a fun filled romantic weekend as reasonably boring adults. I fantasized about a wildly romantic and classically American road trip, driving through fields of golden hay, hair blowing in the wind, driving some old red hot rod. Probably wearing something adorably tweed and J.Crew-ish. Possibly wearing red lipstick. Effortlessly cool.
Problem is, money is tight right now and frankly we couldn't afford it. After a final hour or two of feverishly researching the cheapest accommodations known to man, (Sleeping in the car, anyone?) I admitted to myself that my dream anniversary weekend wasn't meant to be. I very ungraciously threw a few things, told my husband to and I quote "pull some money out of your ass," and eventually started developing Romantic Anniversary Weekend plan B. Or plan G rather. Let's be honest.
It's so hard to accept and still be truly happy when your life is not what you want. I'm a big girl, I realize that in life, you don't always get what you want. After many tough lessons I certainly know for sure that you don't always get what you want. I also realize that I have lovely family, friends, my health, a job that I love, and that all things considered, life is peachy. But that doesn't make the everyday struggle to feel happy, powerful or fulfilled any easier.
Turns out, we picked a few fun things to entertain us on our little staycation. We got massages, rented movies, cooked dinner. Most importantly we talked a lot, laughed a lot. We took naps, played tennis, painted, and spent time just being us. The kind of real me that doesn't have to wear J.Crew on vacation to be happy.
