Fantastical Voyage

A cabin in the woods, a patterned quilt over a cozy bed, a lit fireplace, and my feet propped up on a recliner. I get ideas of getting away and being alone.

Then reality sets in, and I feel conflicted. I know I’d likely feel guilty for not bringing my family. So would it be as great as I think?

I’m going to see Esther Perel with friends later this month and know it’ll be hard leaving my family even for just a few hours. When did I get so soft and mushy?

Anyway, the duck’s enclosure is coming along, and my body lies limp beneath me. Shoveling and heavy-lifting made up most of my day, as will be the case tomorrow.

And, I’m in a mood. I am tired, yes. But also sad and pessimistic. I felt like doing a Forrest Gump tonight. Remember when he was running and had all those people following him and said, “I’m pretty tired. I think I’ll go home now.” That’s how I feel about writing. I just want to walk away.

But, as you can see, I didn’t. So I’ll chalk that up as a win.

Also, send healing thoughts to Paula for me. She’s one of the most important people in my life and is recovering from surgery right now. Thanks.

Love ya. Jaclynn