It’s exactly 8:00 pm as I begin to write this post. It’s also supposed to be family holiday movie time right now, but I’m running behind schedule. I just crossed my daily word count target, and I can’t stop yet. I’ve already missed one day of blogging this month. I need to get this done!
I have a confession. I’m just three days away from the start of my Thanksgiving holiday vacation. Three days and counting. The alarm will go off at 5:30 am, and I will get up, get dressed, get on the train, and get to work for Monday’s usual meetings and other things that must get done, but right now I’m filled with visions of the sea and and beautiful starry nights. Step out on a balcony or go up top on any cruise ship in the middle of the night and you’ll see what I’m imagining right now. I’m already there. Just three more days in the office, and my family and I will be off enjoying a relaxing time together. There’s just one problem. I still need to figure out what to pack, and then actually pack.
My husband, Mr. D, packed 10 days ago. I’m not kidding. See his suitcase, all nice, neat, and closed? The children are even packed for the most part. For the first time, I’m the one who isn’t ready to go. I don’t know what to say really. I’ve been throwing things on a chair in my bedroom for the past two weeks. It was supposed to be my staging area, but really, it’s turned into a wreck. You can see the picture for yourself. It’s not staged. It’s real, very real. I’m surprised Mr. D hasn’t complained about the mess. I have an A-type, perfectionist personality. So this kind of disarray is unusual and generally unacceptable to me, but I can’t seem to get it together.
Today was supposed to be the day that I put everything in my suitcase and close it down. Instead, I found time to run errands, cook, write, and do anything I could except pack. I can’t even get focused on packing right now. My Pandora account is back up and working. I’ve been playing my holiday music stations and having a joyful time singing and dancing around the house for the past few hours. I don’t regret it either. Increasing joy within at any time is a good thing. I’ll just have to pack tomorrow. Right now, I feel the call of my holiday muse. So I must go, until tomorrow…
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