Tikka and Tammy at the lake last Friday.
Spending not one but two days out on Douglas Lake last week reminded me of the importance of R&R, and how I am not particularly good at allowing myself escapes and explorations. So over the past week I have taken a good look at my calendar and made sure that I have reserved the time and scheduled short breaks and trips on a regular basis. I'd like to be a person who just heads out the door on a whim, but recent history indicates that I am not such a person, at least not on my own. Although I do love travel, do love to see and explore, I also acknowledge that I am simply a homebody at heart, a homebody who needs to be pulled out of her comfort zone occasionally.
That seems to be one of the things I didn't expect about the single life. I always thought I would just get up and go, would travel and explore at will. But apparently I am lazy, and with no one to egg me on, my inner homebody takes over. I am not uncomfortable eating out or traveling alone; and I have learned that I am not at all afraid of talking to strangers, although I'm probably not ready for tour groups as I tend to pull inward as a group grows larger. And so I shall push myself if I must, because I must, because to stop going is stop growing and to stop growing is to start dying. There is too much in this world to treasure to let it slip by.
So whether it is a short trip out of town, or just going downtown for lunch and a walk, its time to make time, and just go. . . . somewhere, anywhere.
