Day 58: A vacation from my vacation.

Ever feel like you need a vacation from your vacation?

I could have slept for hours today. But, instead like most women that bring their families back from a trip I did laundry, cleaned up the house, opened and responded to a week’s worth of mail and went to work.

Ta da!

My day was also consumed with an idea. I am an idea gal; a blessing and a curse. I have the ability to come up with great new perspectives however, rarely taking them through to the finish. And, when I get such an idea it consumes me; all the possibilities and opportunities have me daydreaming like I’m still on the beach. It’s actually sort of annoying. I couldn’t even set aside time in yoga this afternoon.

But as I was verbalizing my struggle to my husband this evening, it occurred to me that maybe that’s what I am supposed to do…just come up with new ideas and not necessarily see it to the finish? Leave that up to the detail people. That actually sounds like heaven.

The fortune cookie I opened as I was standing there stated, “You will soon find your hidden talent.” Um, ok. Wouldn’t it be great if my hidden talent was to start a whole bunch of shit and then be rewarded for not finishing it?

Outside of all of this, it was basically just a normal day, ending now with me, two kids, one husband and four dogs on our bed watching the new Grinch.

Pretty sure the dogs were sorta spoiled by Queen Ree while we were gone.

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