I recently returned from a trip to Steamboat Springs, Colorado with my man, Chris Hynes. We were on an adventure. We camped for 5 days. Yes, in a tent. We hiked all over (10 milers, 4 milers...). Hit the local bars and sipped sweet cocktails. There were sweet naps on park benches and conversations on big blankets by the Yampa River. Now, let me tell you something - it is dry in Colorado. There was heat, cotton balls flying all over the air and allergies. I was scolding the second day of our trip as I was literally puffy eyes, runny nose and clogged ears. I was miserable. I told my man to go do something fun and leave me to my sinus mess.
He said, "No way. I'm with you, babe.".
I smile. Chris is a very patient, loving and compassionate dude. He stuck it out with me and really took care of me. It was a hard lesson to learn. We were there in our favorite state that is CO, we were hiking and enjoying the mountains and folksy music blasting from our rental car. Then, I got sick and proceeded to the level of angry when I saw our joyous vacation go up in sneezes.
And then, I let go.
I allowed space and let Chris take care of me. Love me. We may not have been hiking up the tallest mountain in Vibrams or raging down a river in some cool float boat that day. But in a moment in time, laying on his lap and taking a sweet nap by the river, I woke up, found myself drooling on his leg and looked up and thanked him for letting me sleep mid-day on our precious vacation together (and, also for letting me drool on his boardshorts). I thanked him for letting me be sick, so that I could actually let me be sick.
And the next day, we hiked again.
Learn to let go. Allow space for others.
Try it and be loved.