SNEAKER: LAST MINUTE TRIP
(Stop being such a planner)
Submitted by Sarah I.
“It was just over 24 hours before we would be leaving for the airport. How was I going to be ready in that little time?”
SO HERE’S THE DEAL:
I’m a planner. Now, when I say “planner,” I don’t mean that I choose what I’m going to wear the night before and lay it out so it’s all ready in the morning. I have calendars and lists and notes on footnotes to those lists and calendars. If something is going to happen in my life, it is usually scheduled out well in advance. Spontaneity is NOT my middle name. My husband and I are living overseas, and we found a website with last minute deals to European destinations. “Last minute” can sometimes mean that you have about three hours to pack up and get yourself to the airport. So on a Thursday night when my husband asked if I wanted to spend the weekend in Prague, I knew that this was the perfect opportunity to get my sneakers dirty.
THE MOMENT OF TRUTH:
We booked our tickets. By the time we got our confirmation from the airline, it was just over 24 hours before we would be leaving for the airport. How was I going to be ready in that little time? What about all the things I already had on my list and my calendar?
The truth is, it was all fine. I spend a few minutes sending some emails to move a few things around, and the world didn’t stop. I packed a backpack (a tiny one!) with three shirts, some underwear and socks, and a pair of pants. I grabbed my camera, and we were off. I didn’t have time to worry about if I had exactly the right clothes and shoes for each and every kind of situation I might find myself in. In fact, it was literally just me and my sneakers. We had a fantastic trip. To be honest I did buy a guidebook and do a little reading and preparing of all the things that we would see and do, but I realized that it was ok to jet off to a new city for the weekend without a plan of exactly what we would see, do, and eat at every moment of the day. We had fun. Tons of fun. When we came home three days later, I realized that my once-white sneakers were actually dirty.