All my life, I waited to plan the trip.
All my life, I waited for the perfect time to go. For the perfect season. For the perfect conditions. For the perfect amount of money.
All my life, I waited for permission.
Where would he like to go? Oh no, he won’t like that. What about this place? No? Okay…this one? No. Well, maybe some other time. Maybe next year. Maybe when the stars align, and he actually wants to do something. Anything. Yes, then for sure.
And so the cycle continued. Me, pushing my soul’s deepest desires away. Down. So far down.