"Do You See The Bunny?"
Despite the countless surprises God intertwines into my often monotonous daily routine, during the semester my days typically consist of a blaring 6am wake up call, an exhausting day rushing from classroom to classroom and a diet filled with one too many Nature Valley granola bars and Chick-Fil-A vanilla ice cream cones. But believe it or not, I honestly feel that our routines often act as protection in an overwhelming world. In my life for example, God evidently understood that without structure and purpose in my life, I often overthink and become entirely too self-absorbed. Routines then, no matter how tedious, are God’s way of lovingly directing me to put one foot in front of the other, rather than tripping in oblivion.
And while consistency in my routine can be comforting, it can also be at times infuriating. After a certain extremely structured period of time, I naturally long for spontaneity. No matter how much we as human beings want to deny it, our very human nature loves to experience child like joy. Although that child like joy can undoubtedly be found in our normal day to day routine, for myself personally, it is incredibly rare to fully experience that same stress free joy without completely and utterly abandoning my routine. What does completely and utterly abandoning my routine look like? Well in my case, it looked like a magical week long vacation to Palm Valley country club with my best friend and fellow routine victim, Elise Calabretta.
For memories sake, I want to give a little history on Elise and Allie Palm Desert getaways. A long time ago, two preteen girls with pretty open schedules, neon Hollister Co. wardrobes and a love for traveling, adored spending their cold winter and spring break vacations traveling to the ever-beautiful Palm Desert. Unfortunately however, cue the depressing music, somewhere since our original ventures, our schedules became full, our neon wardrobes were replaced with Lululemon leggings and scrubs, and finally, our overwhelming commitments forced our love for traveling to take a back sit. Fortunately however, this all changed about three months ago.
I want to start off by saying that this past fall semester felt like an Elise and Allie friendship fast. And let me be the first to say that it was down right miserable. But by God’s grace, in the midst of our separate commitments, we still stayed connected. Whether it was a precious lunch at Jacks, where we talked nonstop for two hours or text messages with the subject line, “I’m alive, are you? Roger out,” we kept our enduring friendship alive. But as our hectic fall semester started to come to a close, I made one of the best decisions I’ve made this year and shot a quick email to my amazing grandparents asking if my fellow routine victim, Elise and I, could come to visit over winter break. And with one generous and inviting response in return, it was go time. Pack your bags girlies, it’s reunion time.
Fast forward a couple of long months later and the same preteen girls previous described, but with a little less neon in their attire and countless more responsibilities, were packed and ready to meet at the airport. Within only first few minutes of our getaway I was staring at my iPhone in Peet’s coffee house gasping for air and laughing hysterically. To give you an idea of what I was laughing at, somehow in just 20 minutes of our separate arrivals, Elise had miraculously managed to disobey my clear instructions not to check her bag in, saw Beyoncé waltz past her and to top it all off, I was certain we had arrived at different terminals. But rest assured, thanks to our unique Sacramento Airport bunny statue, God bless his soul, we eventually found each other. And for your pure amusement, as well as to represent exactly how immature we both really are, I’m going to insert our text thread here:
The next few sunny days following our takeoff from Sacramento were filled with endless surprises. After spending the first several hours of our getaway catching up on our separate lives, sharing struggles and encouraging one another, we began to finally sit back, rest and allow ourselves to be utterly LAZY. During our magical Palm Valley country club escape, Elise and I were pampered in every possible way. I cannot even begin to mention everything we did, but I'm going to name a few right now.
Nature. Elise and I are both sun babies, and so naturally from the second we stepped out into the sun on Sunday, we felt right at home. We loved spending our mornings gazing over the golf course, observing the vibrant green grass contrasted with the pearly white mountains. Shopping is of course another weakness of mine, so I was thrilled to combine my love for ritzy shopping and nature, as we strolled down the gorgeously lined El Paso street.
Lazy. Winter vacation is for being lazy right? Okay maybe not, but for Elise and I, it was. Some of my favorite lazy memories from our trip were the afternoons we spent lounging like cats in the sun at the spa, the countless delicious restaurants we attended and went utterly ham at, and of course, our “Making a Murder” marathons.
During our Palm Desert paradise getaway both Elise and I undoubtedly abandoned any type of routine. And fortunately, just like magic, as we completely abandoned our normal routine and embraced being lazy, preteen rascals, we were both filled with a child like joy. And I won't have to do an ab workout for months because as it turns about child like joy makes you laugh hysterically 24/7. So as much as I love routine, my goodness, I'll be the first to say that occasionally abandoning all types of schedule and structure with your best friend, is pretty magical.