The Day Before The Day.

Tomorrow we leave.

Douglas Lake awaits.

I feel every inch of myself breathing a collective sigh of relief. Of knowing … I have these days ahead that will be all ours.

And ours alone.

Where our waking moments will once again be spent : dockside, trailside, boatside and waterside.

Where the sun sets at 9:30. Where the focus is us.

More and more I crave this secluded time away. No one I have to see. No one who needs anything from me — well at least who isn’t there physically with me. No commitments.

Maybe that’s just it —  the commitment-phobe in me that retaliates at any commitment — no matter how big or small.

Because on the one hand, I am the ultimate commiter. When I say I’ll be there, I’m there. When I say I’ll do something, I do it. When I give a compliment, I mean it.

I do not take words lightly. Ever.

Otherwise, I remain silent. I try to refrain from as little bullshit as possible. It keeps me accountable.

Yet, there is a part of me, that wants nothing more than to say, to hell with all of it!

Who wants to run away and hide under the covers and do absolutely nothing and see absolutely no one.

A lot of this stems from how much I am needed nine months out of the year. And how constantly busy I am during those months — and how much I give of myself to my students.

When I step foot in my classroom each day, I barely have time to eat lunch.

It’s exhausting and energizing and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I wake up and go to bed each night knowing I made a difference. How many people can say that?

So. Yes. I am thrilled to get a couple more weeks in at The Lake. To have The BF with us … and to have Maman flying in on Saturday to join.

Right now, I should be doing responsible adult things … like going to the bank and picking up extra cat and dog food and writing out instructions and leaving a space on the dining room table for mail.

But I’d rather be here, with you. Thanks for sharing this space — and life — with me.

 

 

 

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