At last, 2019 reveals its magic.
Earlier this week, I searched through family pictures on an unrelated project. These blog post pictures stopped that work and launched this post.
One glance at the dated t‑shirt awakened old trip memories. Not a road journey, but a trip at sea:
DH and I sailing on our first cruise. 1989, I thought. Hmm, 30 years ago. I flipped over the picture: Baggage Claim. Nassau, Bahamas. 8/25/89.
Thirty years ago. Today.
Something about all the yellow and black colors offered premonition for shipboard antics.
Mention costume party and we’re first in line. Alas, we thought we were quite the lovebirds, too.
Or is that batbirds?
It gets better.
Naive to cruise games, DH and I felt super-special when we received the captain’s invitation to meet him.
Then we stepped off the elevator and saw all the other special Ones. It’s good to have your Ego Balloon deflated.
I’d like to write that girl from yesterday a letter. Save yourself future grief and tamp down that Texas hair and leave the hairspray at home. Helmet head and fru-fru attire doesn’t become you. Save your energy for where it really counts.
The cruise came courtesy of the radio station where DH worked. The free trip required schmoozing with listeners every night—in the bar du jour. All drinks on the house.
One evening, as we sailed back toward Miami, DH quizzed the women cruisers about what they had packed for the trip. He knew I had overdone the shoes. I cackled when my heel count lost by one pair.
In losing, I learned that RoadBroads must pack less. Or, at least, don’t show-and-tell your suitcase goods.
I also lost when it came to what I most craved on that trip: an engagement ring. We’d dated five long years. I fantasized, too, about a shipboard wedding, courtesy of that cute captain we’d met earlier.
I learned expectations can bite. The years since have taught me a better life strategy. Take a breath. Wait. Good news follows every pause.
Adage illustration—here—next week.
NOTE: In discovering these cruise pictures, I realized an amazing synchronicity. 2019 marks notable life anniversaries: graduation from both high school and college; meeting my husband; getting engaged; and marriage. How did I miss these breath-stopping connections for nearly nine months?