Toronto Friends 2013Alright, hide the kids and proceed at your own risk–this is going to come out straight, no chaser!

I (we) just got back from a lovely, adventurous, fun vacation, and I have this gnawing question on my mind: Why do we (I) need to take a vacation from our (my) life?

We had fun.  We traveled somewhere we hadn’t been together before.  We spent time with family and friends.  We relaxed.  We played.  We made plans and broke them, and made new plans, then made more adjustments.  We walked on the beach, holding hands and taking pictures; we danced to big band music in the park.  We enjoyed sunny days out, and escaped the rain touring through a museum.  We slept, and cooked, and read, living a different rhythm.

Why do I do this for only a small proportion of my time?

Is it not possible to bring more of this lovely life to the life I spend most of my time living?

Who would I be if I spent more time in this life?  And how would I be?

Is it really not possible, not realistic to bring a lot more of this life into my life?

Well, I, for one, am setting an intention to make my whole life more of the life I create when I’m on vacation.  Which, I guess, means I really won’t have need of vacations, because I won’t want to escape from the life I’m living.

 

P.S.  Also, my challenge month is just about complete.  Just one more day, one more writing.  I’ve been thinking about the experiences I’ve been having this year, and I think I’d love the challenge of talking more one-to-one with the amazing people I’ve been meeting.  I’ve got to put a little more thought into it, but if you are reading this, and you’d like to have a conversation with me, let me know.

Peace to All.  And The Life You Dream.