Greetings from Cabo San Lucas, Mexico! (or perhaps I should say, ¡Hola!). Five days after my panicked, very expensive rescheduled arrival, I can admit that I may just be … wait for it … relaxed. What a very strange feeling!
Sure, there is work to be done. Sure, I didn’t bring anything appropriate to wear other than bikinis thanks to the holycrapIamgoingtomissmyflight packing strategy. Sure, I have three mascaras with me (I own three mascaras?), none of which are waterproof. But a few amazing nights’ sleep, a few hours spent soaking in the sun, a few
hundred drinks later, I am all right with it all. I have exhaled.
I know I will likely return to my crazy type-A self not long after arriving back in Washington, D.C. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. But as I prepare to enjoy the last night out with my friend before she heads back home, as I enjoy a glass of wine while taking in the view from the patio, all is well.