The best part of going on vacation is that you get to pull out your summer dresses and wedges, those bright colors and patterns that make the sun seem to glitter and burn even when there’s still melting snow outside your window.
Mid-week I had a moment, a familiar one, where the world halted in front of me asking for favors when I had none to give. But these things always seem to work themselves out, and someone told me, “Why don’t we just see how things go,” and she was right and my anxieties cleared away. By end-of-day Friday, riding high from an uber-productive week, my tides had finally shifted.
It doesn’t hurt, of course, that I’m on vacation. On Monday I’m turning off my phone. I won’t be writing. I’m buying magazines at the airport, ones about celebrities and weddings and clothes, and I won’t be embarrassed. I won’t be reading your tweets or liking your photos. (My apologies in advance!)
I do need some books to read, though. Suggestions welcome!