I get burnt out twice a year from burning the candle at both ends. It’s like clockwork. I totally immerse myself in jobs, personal projects and pretty much everything in between, until I have nothing left.
Every year, my first burnout comes in March on a fairly minimal magnitude. The major one arrives in July. I’m so done, that all I want to do is pull the blinds and be a couch potato for about a week.
On July 1st, 2014, that’s exactly where you could find me. On the couch, in the middle of a day binge, watching my shows and catching the World Cup games. I am a HUGE soccer fan thanks to my deep European roots.
Seriously. I am that girl in the bar with a gluten-free beer, yelling at the TV. If a game is on my friends are only allowed to call for 2 reasons; they’ve either smacked their head on the pavement and need a lift to the hospital or, it’s about a big job.
On this particular afternoon, I was witnessing one of the most brutal losses in soccer history. Germany vs Brazil.
It all started when Germany Won.
It was a 7-1 win for Germany, one of my favorite teams. I messaged my friend Katharina (who is German, of course) to ask if she watched the game. She was already partying with everyone on the streets of Berlin!
Of course, I joked about wishing I could be there. Who wouldn’t?
She replied, “Come on over!” Neither of us could have anticipated my response…
This conversation happened at 4pm on a Tuesday. By 1pm Thursday I was on a plane to Germany.
I have never made a move like this before. I needed to recharge my batteries, get inspired by something new. The alternative was an actual week of the couch potato, closed-blind vegetation. So, I bought the ticket.
As anyone would expect, the trip started out shaky. My luggage never made it onto the plane from LA. They’d even taken my carry-on because “it looks like it exceeds the maximum weight allowed.” The plane was late landing in France. I nearly missed my connecting flight.
I was in the high-drama scene from almost every movie that has ever been made, running through the terminal, jumping over other people’s luggage, hearing my name over the loudspeaker in a French accent. Oh, that was me. I was sprinting with all my camera gear on my back and man, that bag is not light.
I couldn’t even believe that I did, but I made it! I landed in Berlin and arrived with only the clothes on my back…no luggage, no carry-on.
But it didn’t matter. From then on out it was just incredible. I had 5 days to travel all around Germany, and it was one of the best 5 days of my life. I saw everything, watched Germany win the World Cup from the front row at Fan Mile Park in Brandenburg Gate with nearly one million fans, drinking espressos every moment that I was awake.
I even got in a beauty editorial while I was there.
Moral of the story? Don’t hesitate to jump on a plane and go experience the world when you have the chance, even at a moments notice. You’ll never forget it. I certainly never will…