So things didn't turn out as planned. Here's what I came away with. It hit me - not that I didn't know it, but it really sunk in, you know? - that I was staying in the exact hotel room where two years before, I had decided to quit my job and start writing, looking down at the same waves, out at the same palm trees, and up at the same stars. 2009 me was so yearning, so broken. And 2010 me thought:
Knowing what I know now, will I still pull her through?
Yes. The answer is yes.
And that, for me, may have been the whole reason I was back in Vallarta for that short, painful, and poignant time.
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Yes, and yes. No regrets. Although things may still be a bit scary... I am betting that they are a healthy kind of scary. And not the I'm-in-prison-and-I-am-dying kind of scary.
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