AUTHOR’S NOTE: The following is the second post of a two part reflection on my recent trip to Florida where I wrote my feelings on the way “there” and then again on the way “back.” In case you missed Part 1 you can read it here.
PART 2: Back
MENTAL NOTE TO SELF: Monday, visit Drivers License Bureau – I thought as my husband and I entered the large plane taking us back home after our 5-day vacation in Florida.
Making our way down the tight isle in between the even tighter seats of the airplane, anxiety began to set in further as I thought about whether our overly stuffed carry-on luggage would fit into the overhead compartment.
I was already a tad annoyed having just been told by an airport security guard that my drivers license expired.
One. More. Thing. to add to my to-do list which was starting to feel more jam packed than the luggage that we were dragging down the isle behind us. Yet the stress of my to-do list on the way back paled in comparison to the distress that enveloped me on my way there.
It was hard to believe that less than one short week ago our lives seemed so dismal – so filled with tragic events and over-consuming worries.
Of course the reality is, many of these worries were still out there surrounding us (even a week later as this post goes live), but it was as if our week away gave me just that much more strength to fight the darkness that had been following me. Our time away had given me the power of a positive attitude to help attack this dark trailing stalker.
A little sleep, a little sun, a little quite time with some views.
Bike rides to breakfast on the beach.
Beautiful evening sunsets.
Waterside walks and dinning.
Swimming, and lounging and filling my day with my husband, a few good books, and just the right amount of work.
As the week wore on somehow relaxation began to squeeze its way back into my life.
My thoughts drifted back to the plane as my husband finally managed to squeeze our luggage into the overhead bin and we slowly sunk down side by side into our snug seats.
Five days. Five full days to rebuild my strength, to refresh my outlook, to renew my hope…
and to remember that time…
does often help to heal.
As the plane took off towards the day’s setting sun, I welcomed our arrival back. Back to our home, back to our kids, and yes, even back to the daily grind…
A daily grind that now felt surmountable because I had more than just hope…
On my way back I had rest. And a little rest is a powerful thing.
Leave a Comment: When one compares my way there with my way “back” – the significant difference in my writing and attitude is amazing. I think that taking the occasional break from life’s stresses can be just as important as daily food and sleep. What do you think?