I’ve been away because I went on vacation and had fun and neglected this space and other life responsibilities.
It was warm and sunny and the food tasted better than I’ve grown accustomed to in this new life where I almost never cook anymore.
Sleep was scarce and now my brain doesn’t work as well as I’d like it to and I won’t be writing anything of substance until that changes.
One thing, though: Because my family is fragmented and lives far away from me, I spend the vast majority of my vacation time visiting them. What that means is, I rarely get away on anything resembling an actual vacation.
I can’t be the only one.
Maybe you are too.
If you are: Get away.
Because there is magic outside your life bubble. The same kind of magic you feel when you write about the things you think and feel and somehow actually feel better afterward. The same kind of magic you feel when you connect with people who understand you because they’ve been there too or are walking the same path.
I’m always like: Why does this help? I don’t get it.
And I no longer ask the question. I don’t understand how my heart keeps beating, or how green plants create oxygen, or how the earth keeps spinning.
It just does. It just helps.
As my friend said: “We need time to get away and sort of escape. Even if what we’re escaping from isn’t bad!”
Excellent way of putting it.
A good way to get unstuck.
After a couple good nights of sleep, of course.
As soon as I hug my son again, I’ll be happy to be back home.
I’m already happy to be back with you.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program.