We're leaving for Florida tomorrow. One week of carefree days and sandcastles and key lime pie.
But you know what it is like before you go. The errands and post-its and the cleaning... running myself into a frenzy, turning on my superhuman powers for those last 48 hours. What? I don't have superhuman powers? Now they tell me.
I didn't realize until this week how desperately I need this vacation. It will be good to put a physical distance between myself and all of the silly things I feel I 'need' to do, and make a list where "play in the sand" and "collect seashells" are of the highest priority. I keep reading posts elsewhere about summer that make me wistful for the kind of summer I just didn't have. I just never felt it. There were personal reasons for some of this detachment, but mostly I just felt like I was scrambling, trying to catch up, catch my breath. Make it though. Fit it all in.
I welcome the school year, the return of schedules, and the sweet slide into fall. This last hurrah, a trip to Captiva Island with friends, is the perfect prelude to the slow-down I desperately need. To pause and breathe and exhale and take a moment. It feels good already.
Have a wonderful weekend (+week), friends! xoxo