I ran away this past weekend.
More accurately, I had a mini-vacation but it felt a bit like I had run away and it was nice. It was unplanned and unexpected. The best kind, perhaps. Actually, I was away for a conference and decided to stay another night and go to bed early, sleep in, have a nice dinner out, shop, etc. etc. It was delightful and I highly recommend it.
Other than feeling a bit tired from being away from home, I do feel recharged. I thought about a lot of things while I was away and read most of a really good book. I have to finish it tonight. I have read enough of it, however, that I can highly recommend it. A bit quaint (it was written a long time ago, after all) but really great info and it’s free. Yay on that.
I came to three decisions while I was away. One developed more fully after I got home but I won’t go into it here. The other three are as follows:
- I will stop using the word “hate” at all. In any context. I just don’t want it to be any part of me or my vocabulary.
- I will smile more. I think I’ve gotten to where I don’t smile as much and there isn’t much reason for that.
- I will write a book. I had an amazing dream about an idea for a children’s book and I’m really eager to put it to paper. I just have to figure out how to illustrate it. An artist I am not.
There they are.
I’ve always had a bit of a negative connotation in my head of running away but I think that was wrong all along. Maybe not everyone needs to run away from time to time but I think I do and I will definitely do that again. Just to be away from my normal routine, my normal surroundings, to feel a bit pampered and leisurely was wonderful. And to have time to think without the normal stress of everyday bearing down on me.
Indeed, running away can be a beautiful thing. Try it.