Bedding Down
I have had two days of feeling relived to be back in my life, and thankful for my life too.
I have had two days of feeling relived to be back in my life, and thankful for my life too.
What a horrible vacation. In the end it wasn’t a vacation, it was a weird bonding ritual with my Dad that I am oddly thankful for. The range of emotions and inner reflection that I went through might be likened to having gone on an interpersonal retreat with any of the tough love guru outfits here in California. And the good news is I didn’t have to do it with strangers and I got to sleep in a luxury bed at the Westin in Seattle.
I’m wiped out.
What a lumpy, unsettling, and in some ways wonderful six days.
