It’s official…I just made the decision…I’m not going to the beach this year…
and…I’m excited about it…
I know…that sounds crazy…and for those of you who know me…you know…I’ve been looking forward to my beach trip…and…until this morning…you probably couldn’t have talked me out of it…without quite a struggle…
So what happened…well…honestly…this morning as I sat contemplating the trip…I realized…that what had started out as a relaxing trip to visit with friends…had morphed into something that I was dreading…not because I don’t want to see my friends…not that I don’t want to wiggle my toes in the sand…but…honestly…my life has more moving pieces than it did…and…I’m tired…
And…while that may or may not make sense to anyone else…Bertha…has been teaching me for several years now…to choose what feels best…and…that’s exactly what I’m doing…
This year…it feels better…to stay home…than to go…the thoughts for driving twelve hours roundtrip to stay for two days…no longer has the appeal it did when I originally made plans…
And…thankfully…I found a bag full of sand that I brought back from the beach last year…maybe…just maybe…I’ll wiggle my toes in it…
Jane
