Recently I went out of the country on a (short!) vacation and forgot something so important it almost ruined everything.
As I arrived at my destination and started to unpack for my stay (I’ve learned living out of your suitcase is actually NOT a great look) I noticed I didn’t have a pen. And then I realized I had forgotten to pack a notebook. Cue the dramatic sequence where I shout to the heavens. How could I have let this happen? Most people (like the people I was with) would say what’s the big deal? To me this was huge. There was no way for me to physically record my adventures. Sure there were pictures to be taken and videos to be captured but it’s not quite the same as unwinding in your bed after touring a foreign island and putting your real feelings and thoughts down on paper. Photos are great but I tend to not look at them once I get home. My personal journal however is read over and over again and that’s the only place where I can capture my inner monologue without a filter.
Desperate times calls for desperate needs. I ended up asking the staff there for a simple roller ball pen they have in the lobby and used the legal pad that was in the room. It wasn’t ideal but it will do in a pickle.
When have you found yourself in a situation where you just needed paper and pen and didn’t have it?