me and mine.
While the anticipation of a vacation/sabbatical is enough to keep the adrenalin flowing throughout the chilliest days of winters end, the pictures and the post vacation/sabbatical analysis lacks energy and a sustainability upon return.
This last week if someone would have asked us to describe ourselves in the animal world, cheetah and roadrunner would have not come to mind.
While my beloved had no choice but to be thrown back in the tasks at hand, I have accomplished little more than absolutely necessary.
One trip to Waikiki with friends that continues to give enjoyable memories . .. .
Two trips to Disneyland, once with our children and once with grandparents joining us . . .
One trip to the Mayan Riviera with our grown sons before they left home,
One trip to Maui by ourselves several years ago that I planned as a surprise . . ..
One trip to Maui with our sons and daughter in laws before babies began to arrive. . .
One trip to Palm Springs with friends last year .. . .
now this 30th anniversary.
We anticipate . .
we enjoy . ..
we come home .. .
and we want more.
On top of that we feel guilty for those that can't go.
Can anyone else relate to this?
Am I in the doldrums alone?
The blossoms are opening, and the rhubarb is showing promise,
even the peonies are pushing out their promise of strong healthy stems.
This week I will purpose to start moving forward again.
The pedometer is back on.
The walk is moments away.
I'm off for my walk.
So long March . . .
Have a wonderful day my friends.