You know, it’s strange.
You always seem to meet the most interesting people on your last night of vacation.
When I was a little kid, I remember my last week in summer camp…
…There was this girl. Her name was Jennifer Walsh. She looked so great in her little tennis shorts. She had little white sneakers, a wooden racket, and a great backhand.
I remember I had this massive crush on her the entire summer.
One day, I finally got up enough guts to talk to her. I ended up asking her to the summer dance, and she said yes!
The very next day, feeling high as a kite, I remember seeing Jennifer sitting by herself. I went up to her—still excited—and said hi. She told me that we needed to talk.
That was the first moment in my life when a girl actually said, “we need to talk”, and I realized—even then—that it wasn’t a good thing.
She looked at me and said, “I really like you, but I can’t go to the dance with you. I made a pact with myself that if I didn’t meet somebody in the beginning of tennis camp, I would go to the dance and dance with every guy who asked me.”
I thought to myself, “Why didn’t I meet her earlier?!” Then Jennifer and I could have had the relationship that I was so dying to have when I was 13.
It’s funny, I thought about this yesterday as I was enjoying my last night in Maui. The entire trip was really about meeting just about every couple under the sun. There were some single people thrown in here and there, but nobody that I could really hang with—nobody that I wanted to see again or have fun with.
And then, of course, later in the lobby of my hotel, I meet two women and end up going to dinner with them later. They were in similar situation in their lives. We had a great conversation—it was a blast.
And I thought to myself, ”I can hang with them. We can have fun. They got their little boys here. We could have a good time.”
And I told them, “It’s always the last night of a vacation that you meet the people you want to hang with. Life works that way. It’s so peculiar.”
But that’s just our humanity, we always want more. It was still great meeting them and hanging out, even if just for one night.
That’s what makes life so powerful and so much fun.
So you missed out on a few more days of hanging out, some more fun, some more laughs—who cares?
It’s all about staying in the present and enjoying what you do have.
So I’m off to my plane, back to the real world, after a great week at a summer camp called Maui.