The bags are not packed. Not even remotely close.

I seem to be moving in slow motion. With an ever accumulating pile of … stuff. I mean, really. I have yet to wear perfume in the last three months, so why do I think I’ll suddenly be spraying Dolce and Gabbana’s Light Blue at the lake? I won’t, yet I’m still packing it.

Doesn’t make sense to me either.

That’s the odd thing about packing for a trip … suddenly you think you’ll start, mid trip, using things you haven’t used in forever. Or worn.

I’m definitely going to be off the radar at DL. Whether this means off the radar with What You Be remains to be seen. But I’ll give it my best to check in on a regular basis.

The most important thing for me with this trip is to take time … for healing … for myself … for just … being.

Why is the act of simply being so much easier when removed? Is it because we allow ourselves to indulge in the being?

As much as I’d like to ponder these deep questions, I have some serious packing and organizing to do. Here’s to Up North, Hemingway, Packing and … Being.