So, yesterday I went on a staycation with my colleagues. Doesn't sound like me, right? Haha, I'm surprised too!
At first, I came up with some excuses because, well, that's not me. I'm the type who loves staying in my comfort zone.
But, you know, deep down, this tiny voice in my heart kept saying "Just go! Stop being scared. Try something new. Make memories."
So, after thinking a lot, I decided to go. I told myself "Why not? At least you'll have something to look back on."
Fast forward to the trip: my colleagues absolutely had the time of their lives, dancing, singing, and laughing like there was no tomorrow.
And me?
I was sitting in the corner, trying to blend in with the walls. For real! I'm not that social, so it was a bit hard for me to fit in. But I tried my best to enjoy it.
Now, here's the plot twist: I started having the worst stomach pain ever. Like, seriously, it was that bad. I thought I wasn't going to survive the night!
But I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want to ruin the fun. Even the medicines that I had weren't working. So, I just kept quiet and tried to deal with it.
We had barbeque: my first ever, by the way, and it was kind of amazing. Trying something new was nice, even though I was secretly dying inside.
On the outside, it went well, but inside, it was pure hell. Lmao.
By the time we went to bed. I was so tired I fell asleep right away.
But when I woke up in the morning, the pain was worse. Then I took some medicine, and thank goodness it started to ease.
The rest of the day was much better.
I finally got to live in the moment. We took pictures and made some nice memories before heading back home.
So that was it.
The trip wasn't perfect: it was kind of terrible, fun, and everything in between.
Also, I'm glad I stepped out of my comfort zone. Sometimes you just have to try, right?
Thank you for sticking around and reading my little adventure. Until next time! 🤗
