I love vacation. I love it so much I don’t know why I always dig in my heels, reluctant to venture out into a world of things I adore doing. I think it’s the insane amount of preparation that goes into the venture and the fact that I’m a creature of habit, a slug, and sort of missing the gene that causes a person to be adventurous. To sum it up eloquently, organizing myself, three boys, the cats, the house, all other miscellaneous stuff AND being daring makes my head hurt. And I usually try to avoid making my head hurt.
But there’s more to life than worrying about laundry and the pitfalls of change. Saturday, after being on the road for 8+ hours, we started to drive across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and Tunnel and I could feel the wonder and awe tugging on my steering wheel–pulling my forward. I remember the part of me that wanted to be a marine biologist and learn to scuba dive. The part of me that is fascinated by the ocean. The pull of the tides, the magic of the waves. The piece of me that has a sliver of longing for adventure. Looking out over the water, I could feel all of that bubbling over as I listened to my boys, rife with their own excitement.
There is beauty on the other side of a bridge, but also in the act of moving forward.
It’s good to journey to new places–real places and the kind you only find internally. Everyone should drive over a bridge from time to time. There’s so much to do on the other side and you needn’t worry. It isn’t a one way street–the bridge travels both ways. You can come back and still have plenty of time to marvel, at the wonderful new person you’ve become, while you’re doing all that laundry.
If you could pick up right now…where would you go?
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