Wanna Get Away?
Taking a breather is good for the soul. Getting away from the daily grind. the mundane, the day-to-day. However you want to spin it, rationalize it or convince yourself- taking a break is good.
Telling yourself to stop and smell the roses should be more than just a saying. Sometimes actually stopping, going over and picking out a nice, velvety bloom, bending over toward it and taking a long inhale through the nostril is just what the doctor ordered; if you had gone to the doctor and asked what you needed for those shoulders that keep sitting up around your ears.
Have you watched a hummingbird feed? A cow graze? Bees work? Maybe you've seen an ant carrying something and you stopped to ponder what in the world it was going to do when he got that huge leaf to the tiny entrance of the bed...What do you do to make yourself STOP? Do you have to hit a wall and be bedridden or hospitalized?
When was the last time you did nothing?
One thing I do not miss, of the 145 thousand things I do not miss about living in the city, is the hustle and bustle. Everything was a chore. Going to work, going to the store, getting gas, going to a friend's, meeting for lunch, post office, doctor, point B from point A...Frustration was poured on each morning like cream in my coffee. Stopping didn't happen. Not even at a red light...
Recently my family took a trip to the coast. I'm not a beach or water person. I like flat ground or mountains...somewhere that doesn't move and I can put my feet down solidly. However, my family loves to fish. To say I was ecstatic that my husband was taking time off to fish with our son, our grandkids and my father-in-law is an enormous understatement. Although I'm not big on fishing, I took the opportunity to have a time out. For me, that means not getting out of my comfy clothes and just doing whatever I want. I don't have to stay in bed, have room service or go anywhere to be content. I could have a time out at home and be fine, but this was awesome! My daughter-in-law booked a really nice house in a super quiet town where the fishing was good even on the dock out the back door. Heavenly.
The first day, I didn't get out of my sleep clothes. I'm not sure why that's such a big deal to me, it just is. We cooked breakfast, having fished all night-the guys napped, the kids played and fished. It was blissful. I had a nice, quiet time, and nice quiet-time, and I feel so refreshed.
Back to the daily life of living on the farm, I didn't realize how much I needed a little break in the routine, but being back sure puts things in perspective. It's nice to have dogs that are happy to see me. I wonder if they thought I was gone for good. The horses are happy, the sheep didn't even know we were gone. But my pup hasn't left my side. Having time away puts being home back into perspective. Not that I personally ever like leaving home, but sometimes it's good to be away. Sometimes its good for you to be away to put things in to perspective for those other than yourself.
