I am laying in my room with Max monkeying around. He's supposed to be napping. I don't think it will happen though.
A few fish have been caught already this week, but no keepers. Some money has changed hands as cards have been played. The kids have enjoyed the pool and the park. We have craft time this afternoon where Cate gets to make a tie-dye t-shirt for a whopping two dollars.
I have been running the gravel road. It's a surface I'm not real comfortable with, but it doesn't really matter. There's a 2-1/2 mile rolling hill stretch up to a two lane highway I have jogged twice this week. I think I will get in one more run on Thursday.
The runs have been the highlight of my vacation. I left work Friday with some very loose ends and the running in solitude is helping me reflect on what to do, how to fix the situation, whether it can be fixed or if it is too far gone to see it to the end.
So I am trying to relax. I am on vacation. And since I am in the woods, away from most civilization, I can't do much from here. I need to accept I can't control everything and that collaboration is key to figuring it all out.
Speaking of control, Max is out of bed. I'd better go wrangle him back over here...
2 comments:
Life, happily, is open-ended--endlessly tweakable. And running is good for thinking about those tweakable loose ends and for not thinking at all. Did you ever think we'd be runners? One of those happy accidents of an open-ended life, I guess.
Jennifer - take from one workaholic to another. Don't let your job run your life. And feeling guilty about it while away is letting it run your life. I speak from experience. Enjoy your beautiful family and feel guilty when you're at work away from them instead.
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