I came back from Brian Head feeling like a whole new person. The time away from the city, the fresh air, the feeling that comes along with writing 10,100 words in just over two days—I can’t put a price on it. It was just what I needed.
I recently went through something with a good friend. She had hurt me, disappointed me, and yet I said nothing. For over thirty days I said nothing. I was silent. The problem was; so was she.
I wanted her to know she’d hurt me, and I didn’t want to have to be the one to tell her. So I waited for her to apologize. Thirty days, and nothing.
Finally, one morning, I decided that I was going to have to be the one to start the uncomfortable conversation. I was going to have to be the one to say: you disappointed me.
And so I did. And you know what? I’m glad I did, because we cleared the air.
Sometimes you have to have the uncomfortable conversation.
The first time I went to Las Vegas was in May 2010. Dom picked me up from the airport and we took the long way home, down Las Vegas Blvd, because he wanted me to experience the city. The strip is loud, bright and crowded, and for the most part, did the opposite of make me feel welcome. But when he took me back to his house that first time—the house we lived in when we were married, and lived in together for only nine months—I knew that things would never be the same. I knew that home (Canada) wouldn’t be home for much longer. And I wasn’t wrong.