No matter; I'm used to such reactions and trust in what I see and feel. We had a wondrous time (4th visit for me, 2nd for D) and wouldn't hesitate to go back tomorrow. There is a place much closer to home I'm more worried about right now...
It has been years since I actively wanted a year to be done and over with. The last involved years of chronic difficulties with my office, which eventually led to my moving. Whereas this time stemmed from just wanting to get through my last chosen challenge, with the promise that I will finally get to rest and gather up.
It's always a treat when I get desperate enough to have to resort to talking and negotiating with myself like you would with a 2 year old...Well, if the shoe fits... : ) For the record D did try his darnedest to persuade me to change my plans. But I wasn't budging. I didn't spend 3/4 of the year preparing in one way or another to ditch, despite the exhaustion that was going on inside. To be honest, I still can't believe I made it.
I'm not rushing to commit to anything big this year. And am not subjecting myself to crazy long journeys either, although my definition of long (40+ hours) might differ from others. I'll be flying quite a bit, but shorter in both flight duration as well as stay. In fact I'll be finishing up my first short stay by the time this posts. It's shaping up to be lighthearted kind of year. And I'm feeling my optimism start to swell up inside again.
My current aim for our house is to further declutter my part of it. Nothing earth shattering; It has been a few years since my last purge. As I'm continuing to see my life with different eyes, it has become a necessary thing. If I can be disciplined enough to get rid of 1 or more pieces each day, however small, it will become a great habit.
Committing to taking those few seconds or minutes to really think about items that I may otherwise just walk by or continue to allow to sit. Whether D decides to start on this or not is irrelevant. I need to do this for myself. It is going to help reset my mind.
