The simple act of developing strength in small enjoyable things like making yourself drive 4 hours on a normal weekend to see something extraordinarily beautiful without waiting for a holiday or a vacation day.
I have a vacation list for this summer. A list of places to see and visit before the fall sets in which always comes a little sooner in the Pacific Northwest than I'd like. I feel a pull, a bit of a resistance with my long days of work... I feel the tiredness set in as I think of the energy it zaps navigating your way through new National Forests fighting the time clocks to hurry and get there to savor the moment trying not to feel the time clock of the return. Knowing I'll long for just another day in the new paradise I found. When I get home I know I'll lean toward visiting that exact place the very next weekend to experience it over and over. Yet I'll feel a pull to try a new beautiful place that will become a new paradise, a new memory, a new routine that becomes me.
And something is said in the process of ignoring the small voices of tiredness, the clock, reason, energy conservation and finding balance, that you learn in the process of new, old, familiar, choice, perseverance, joy in new boundaries and rest in the familiar grounds expanding your story and your heart.
One would think I didn't have vacation days.. I just refuse to use them (yet), lol.
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