It’s Over
The Break has come to an official end and I’m sitting at the airport.
It’s over.
The Break has come to an official end and I’m sitting at the airport.
I’ve ordered a lovely glass of Spanish wine, eating the croissant I brought from this morning’s hotel breakfast.
It’s buttery and crumbly and sits nicely alongside the gentle glow of the wine.
In the distance, someone’s dog is barking.
A novel sound in an airport.
About last night…
It was like the band aid that needed to be ripped off.
Our beautiful co-living and working bubble had come to an end.
Despite the formalities, the food, the wine, the views from the rooftop and its expansive views of Madrid city, we all gravitated to the same place.
Like a magnet.
Laughing. Hugging. Giggling. Posing.
This morning felt painful. Jagged. Emotionally jarring.
But also pride. Immense pride, the parental kind.
Watching our team on stage.
A sense of knowing it won’t be the last time we see them hold a microphone with confidence.
There are better things to come.
How when asked, the words, Regenerative Agriculture Communicator rolled off my tongue.
A nod of approval from a colleague.
The sense of pride in myself. I didn’t just survive.
I thrived. I blossomed. I expanded. I developed roots. I spread my wings.
And flew. Like the majestic eagles flying above our village.
Gently circling. Surveying.
Choosing my moments to swoop down. And up. And out.
The taxi back to the airport. Reality setting in.
It’s over. But it’s just the beginning.
Pop. Back into the bustle of an airport.
Jangly lights. Queues. Masks. Christmas signs glaring.
I walk with an air of confidence. Quietly through the crowd.
Allowing the bustle to pass by.
Slow down.
Breathe.
Extra time at the airport.
To write. My new commitment to myself