I believe in the power of putting things out there into the Universe.
I believe setting goals helps them to become a reality.
I believe writing those goals down is the first step in making them happen.
And I believe if one more person posts a spring break picture of themselves in a tropical paradise, I am going to curl up in the fetal position in the corner of my office until the temperature here is above seventy degrees.
I may be exaggerating on that last one.
But I have serious spring break vacation envy.
Before I got married and had kids, I went to Puerto Rico every February.
EVERY SINGLE FEBRUARY.
I packed my bag with bikinis, hopped on a plane, and spent a week in heaven.
I love Puerto Rico. It’s an easy flight from New York, you can get on a plane in the morning and be on the beach by the early afternoon, it’s relatively inexpensive, and the weather is incredible.
It’s been 14 years since I went to Puerto Rico (or anywhere) on a winter or spring break vacation.
And I am done looking at other peoples’ vacation pictures.
I WANT MY OWN.
There is nothing quite like boarding a plane in the middle of winter or a particularly harsh spring where the temperatures fight to get out of the 30s and it has snowed multiple times, to exiting the plane to 80° weather.
I appreciate winter and there is nothing like the change of seasons, but boy do I miss that feeling of the heat on my face and the smell and feeling of a tropical climate when it is still cold up north.
So I am putting it out there.
About twenty years ago, my dad got my mom a pin for Mother’s Day or her birthday or something.
It was one of those big round pins that had a picture and a saying on it. They were pretty popular back in the day. Remember them? Those big round pins?
And there was a picture of an old, cranky, fed up woman on the pin, along with the words “No longer f*cking around.”
The fact that my dad gave that pin to my mom on Mother’s Day as a gift is beside the point.
(Note to all husbands: do not give your wife a pin for Mother’s Day that has a picture of a super cranky old lady on it).
Anyway, I am no longer f*cking around.
NEXT YEAR, IN THE SPRING OF 2019, I AM TAKING MY FAMILY ON A F$%!ING VACATION TO A TROPICAL PLACE.
Maybe it won’t be Puerto Rico.
But wherever it is, it’s going to be motherf*cking tropical.
I am done looking at other peoples’ pictures.
And my kids have never experienced a winter or spring vacation away from home.
Part of the reason we haven’t gone anywhere is I was paranoid (and convinced) we’d be on the plane that gets stranded on the runway for like four hours before take off, and the kids were young and not well seasoned travelers, and the thought of having seven out of control kids on a plane that wasn’t even moving terrified me.
The other reason — even if I got past that fear — is that we just have never been able to afford it.
But I’ve officially reached the breaking point, and I’m done missing spring and winter vacations.
I AM GIVING MY KIDS THAT EXPERIENCE.
In one year.
So that’s all.
Just putting it out there.
Because in one year as I step off the plane, into the sunshine with my kids, giving them an experience they will never forget, and beginning a yearly tradition for them because it’s not going to be a one-time thing, I’ll share a picture, along with the link to this blog post, and a caption that reads:
I DID IT. WE HAVE ARRIVED.