I like writing but I never do it. I put too much pressure on myself to be funny or perfect or consistent and then I crumble under the pressure and avoid doing it all together. Story of my life. This is what therapy is for people! I miss my therapist.
In an attempt to combat this silliness I have asked my brother, the fabulous Nick, to give me a topic, word, scenario, character … whatever he feels like … every Wednesday and I will write something about it.
I am going to try to write and do a quick proofread and then publish it. I will not agonize over it. That’s more of a note to myself than information for whoever reads this. 🙂
This week the topic is Cuba.
The best vacation I ever had was the first time I went to Cuba. I was newly single, fairly newly 30 and Nick and I decided to go in the summer when it was nice and cheap.
I was so excited that every paycheque before we went I would buy something new. A new bikini, a coverup, some sandals. I had always wanted to buy a bikini from Bikini Village in the mall and that is precisely what I did. I was set!
I was still thin back then so I had bikini confidence. I frolicked in the pools and the ocean with no worry about what anyone thought. It was a rare time for me because that week I don’t think I ever felt anxious. I felt happy.
I was always obsessed with those crystal blue waters I would see in movies, or on TV. The ocean and the palm trees called to me. I went to the Dominican with an old boyfriend and had a horrible time and I thought maybe these tropical paradises are not all they’re cracked up to be.
Cuba proved me wrong! The ocean was perfectly clear blue. The sky was deep blue. The palm trees were abundant and glorious and I was there with my best friend in the whole wide world.
I could always travel anywhere with Nick. He and I can talk and laugh or sit on the beach in silence for hours and be perfectly happy. He would sit and enjoy the quiet or have a nap while I read a book, we would swim around together and talk and be silly or snorkel and point out the cool stuff we saw.
We went on a Catamaran day trip to snorkel and had a blast. I love the ocean! I’ve always loved the sound of water, the way it moves and feels. That trip I fell in love with the warm salty ocean and every now and then when I’m at home I suddenly miss it. I yearn to be there and feel the sun on my shoulders as I walk into the water. Perfect.
It was a week full of perfect memories and we’ve been back since then. Nick was part of Eric’s conspiracy to propose to me in Cuba and the three of us always had a great time vacationing together. But that first time will always have a special place in my heart and I find that quite often these days my heart aches that we will never be able to do that again.
Sometimes life gives you these perfect memories and sometimes it poops in your mouth. We just have to keep going. Nick is my hero because he keeps going. He has always kept going and he will always be my hero for that reason and a million others. He should win awards for awesomeness.