I asked my husband if he's ever noticed that I begin imagining (scheming) our next getaway within a couple weeks of returning from a vacation. He smiled. We've been together a decade. I know that with him, that's a 'yes'.
It's not that I don't love and enjoy my life. My little family is perfect; I hit the jackpot of great work environments; I love my home and I have neighbors whom I adore. I'm not bored. I don't have time to be. I have a full time career, a husband and two year old who gets 100% of every waking moment I'm not at work, I trained and ran three half marathons this past year (though you wouldn't know it if you saw me) and of course am a partner with www.creativecountdown.com. Dreaming up an e-commerce company and bringing it to reality with late nights and during weekend nap-time is no small feat. My point. Who has time to be bored? Heck. When I look at it on paper, I wonder how I have time to think?

The anticipation of our vacations is always better than the vacations themselves. I imagine relaxing, sleeping in late, and exploring new sites with my husband and son. My anticipation never includes the fact that my child will not sleep as well in a strange bed or that he'll be cranky with all the changes in his routine. The vacation I anticipate is absolutely perfect.
Oh yeah. I feel the need to mention...... We're 9 days out from our road trip down to Jacksonville (and then Disney). It's going to be a great one. I can't wait.
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