Gut Trusting

A few weeks ago, I wrote about how I kind of know who I want to be without knowing what I want to be. I have strong opinions about what I like, and I know when something feels right. My gut knows what to do better than my brain most times.

Last year I was overcome by an extreme feeling of FOMO when everyone I knew was either abroad or on vacation over spring break. My rough year and finite expenses landed me back in Rochester for the week, and I was insanely jealous. Even Bridget got to go to Italy. I promised myself that I would do something over Spring Break my senior year.

I figured I would end up in Atlanta visiting Andrew, but because of his quarter system, my Spring Break is his finals week. A terrible time for me to come visit. So when my roommate asked if I wanted to come to Cancun with her and an enormous group of people I only sort of know, I almost didn't think twice before dropping eleven hundred dollars and joining the crew. But as soon as I texted my mom and she asked "is this something you really want to do?" I knew it wasn't.

I was unbelievably happy to have been thought of. And when she invited me, Kaitie also added, "if you don't feel comfortable, that's totally okay. I just want you to know we thought of you." I was so happy they invited me it almost didn't matter what I decided.

I still want to travel, though. While a big group trip to Mexico might not be for me, I've set in motion the idea for Bridget and I to take a trip together. As soon as I mentioned it, even my mom said, "that's much more your style." And she's right. I'd much rather travel with someone I know and trust and who knows me well, who I can enjoy myself with and who I can relax with. 

There aren't any plans yet, we're going to talk it out when my family comes up in a few weeks, but I know this was the right decision for me. My gut never lies.