“Live for the journey, not the ending.” ~M
Photo credit: Pixabay.com
Photo credit: Pixabay.com
Well, I know I haven’t been around for a while, but I’ve been working really hard to get through school. Blogging has sort of had to take a backseat for the time being because of the amount of work I’ve had to do. I’ve managed to stay at the top of my class since I started, and today I received the best news ever. I ended up with a perfect score on my final exam and was told it was one of the best finals that my professor has ever received. My exam consisted of five essays and ended up being eleven pages long, so to find out how well I did, caused the tears to flow straight away. For a writer especially, I think we want to know that our writing is good and we crave encouraging feedback. So for me, today is just the best day ever. To know somebody thought so highly of my work just makes all the difference in the world to me. Finding out about how well I’ve done, makes me feel like all the effort I’ve been putting forth is finally paying off. There have been some days when I haven’t been sure, when I’ve doubted everything and have wanted to throw in the towel and call it quits. So often, I feel like my time is spread so thin, I don’t have enough of me to go around, and I feel like I’ve had to let some people down because of it. I hardly ever put myself first in anything I do, but I’ve had no other choice since I started school this year, and the guilt has been eating me up inside. Feels like my family suffers because of it and I hate knowing that. But I also know in my heart that there is a reason behind all of this madness. I feel like this is leading me down a path that I need to continue to follow. I’m not sure where this will eventually take me, but I’m really excited to find out. And I’ve made myself a promise not to give up no matter how hard it gets. I need to do this and discover exactly what it is that I’m eventually supposed to do. And maybe in the process, I’ll actually figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I think that’s a question most of us ask ourselves our whole lives. It would be so great to finally have an answer for that.
Just wanted to give all of you a quick update. Since the start of the new year, I have been trying to figure out a way to make this year better than last. I know I can’t have a repeat of last year, as it nearly killed me. So after doing a lot of thinking over the last couple of weeks, I have decided that I really need to focus more of my time on novel writing. I also want to make some changes here on WordPress. So you may see me introducing a variety of new and different types of blog posts from here on out. Another thing is, I am no longer going to be active on social media. So Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc… have all been removed from my phone. These platforms have just become too much of a distraction for me and I can’t seem to focus on the work that I need to get done because of it. I may decide to check those accounts once a month if I have some free time, but I definitely won’t be on there more often than that. Anyway, here’s to hoping that I’ll be able to make some progress this year. Hope all of you are doing the same. Love you guys! ~M xoxo
Just taking one last look around the room to make sure that I haven’t forgotten anything. It’s with a heavy heart that I leave this glorious place. Being a princess for a day was so much fun. A last long look out of the tower window will have to tide me over until the next thrilling moment occurs. With a sigh, I am determined to have another grand adventure, even though this one here at the Luxor is now ending.
Brian and I pile into the elevator with our mounds of luggage. Watchful eyes scrutinize our every move and I am thankful when we finally make it to the check-out desk. With a quick exchange of information and the final bill paid, we head out to the find the car. A wall of thick steamy air suffocates us within seconds of leaving the air-conditioned sanctuary.
We finally spot our car and hurriedly throw everything into the trunk. We scurry back to the casino to escape the inferno that engulfs us. I immediately feel a cold chill as if ice water is pouring over me from head to toe. I look down to grab my sweatshirt, which I had slung over my purse earlier in the day. Now it seems, to my dismay, that it is nowhere to be found. After taking a few minutes to retrace my steps, and still not finding my sweatshirt, I wonder if it’s worth going back out into the stifling heat to look for it. I explore all of my options, quickly rifling through them in the work center of my brain. Ding! The answer comes to me, and I race to find the nearest security kiosk.
I feel stupid as I explain my pitiful situation and know that I am secretly the biggest cheapskate alive. I mean a sweatshirt… of all things to report as missing… The poor lady in front of me is missing her laptop, and here I am practically crying over a plain black sweatshirt that I purchased from Goodwill.
After explaining the discouraging downfall to my otherwise perfectly wonderful day, and filling out about a gazillion forms after pleading my case, we are finally on our way to that grand adventure that I was so hopeful to find today. I can’t shake feeling disappointed in myself and wish that I could just start my morning over. Why I get so irritated over the little things in life, I will never understand. Is this just me or does everybody get like this from time to time?
After a while, I finally start to forget about the disappointing events of the morning as we happily gamble away our hard-earned money and shop at the same stores where celebrities often frequent. After looking at the price tags in the shops at Crystals, I am really depressed now. How can people afford such lavish things? The frivolity of such extravagant items seems to me to be almost embarrassing. I think to myself, how can people spend gobs of money on such unimportant things when people are starving in China? Seems to me like being a princess isn’t really all it’s cracked up to be. I’m kind of glad that I will most likely never find out.
It’s now 3:00 p.m. and time to find our car, so that we can brave the Vegas traffic and find our timeshare which is off the beaten path. I know what you’re thinking… Yes, we were wrangled into buying one of those. I loathe the day we signed the contract for our timeshare and now we are forced to take a vacation every year, or by default, forfeit our timeshare “points” i.e., hard-earned money.
We finally find the resort and decide that it’s better than we expected. The resort is surrounded by small shops and is within walking distance to the strip, if you don’t mind walking in 116° weather. After exploring our room and situating the luggage, we head downstairs to the concierge desk to buy show tickets. Tonight we are seeing the show “Diva’s” and I am really looking forward to our first opportunity for real adventure.
The day is progressing better than at first and we decide to head out for dinner. We opt for driving back to the strip, rather than trying to walk through the thick humid air. It doesn’t take us long to find parking near the LINQ; however, finding a restaurant that doesn’t cost a fortune is nearly impossible. We finally settle on the “Nook”, which is reminiscent of a delicatessen and seems like a good choice for low budget families like us.
We order gyros and fruit tarts for dessert. The food is exquisite and tastes like heaven. After filling our bellies, we sit back and relax and watch the chefs preparing food from behind the counter. Some of the chefs are flinging pizza dough into the air, while others are carefully arranging garnishes on platters. This place may not be Trumps Palace, but the chefs sure could work there!
After being entertained at the Nook, we head out to Caesars Palace to see the show Diva’s. The theatre is decked out in red velvet and screams sexy. Frank Marino is the star of the show and has us laughing so hard, that I am about to pee my pants. The alcoholic beverage I just drank isn’t helping matters either. I never imagined that a female impersonator could deliver such a thrilling performance and I linger after the final curtain call hoping for more.
At last though, the show is over. We file out through the crowds of drunk, excited people, each hoping for a chance to see Frank Marino in person. Sure enough, there he is, greeting everyone as they make their way out of the theatre. I am tempted to stop, but find myself hesitating because my shyness overtakes me, and once again I lose an opportunity to be someone I’m not.
It’s 2 a.m. when we finally crawl into bed. The LINQ, which is a huge observation wheel, is all lit up and can be seen from our window next to the bed. As I lay back, I think back over the past six days and feel happy and content that we are finally getting away from it all. A part of me feels guilty for enjoying this time away from the kids, but most of me is jumping for joy. Fifteen more days left to enjoy the vacation of a lifetime. Ahhh… I hope the time lingers and that the fun continues.