I took a week off to play with my family.
We headed to the mountains and had some serious fun.
Now it’s back to reality and loads of laundry.
I took my laptop but never pulled it out of the bag.
Funny how that works sometimes.
It reminded me of a post by Maggie Stiefvater where she says “we are observers of the world, writers, and we can only make so many biscuits out of one batch of dough. . . Go somewhere, do something new, see someplace different. . . I’m a writer, yes, but it’s also crucially important to me to keep being a musician, a composer, an artist, a mother, a wife, a dog-walker, a fast driver, a nature-lover, a horseback rider, a — fill in the blanks. Everything that I do other than writing, things that are me.”
So that’s what I did last week.
Hugged on my kids.
Dodged two snowstorms. (Thank You, God.) Laughed with my husband. Shopped with my mom. Bemoaned sore muscles. Inspected snowflakes with my oldest. Wiped the runny noses of my two youngest.
Cheered on my middle.
And read Treasure Island for the first time thanks to countless hours in the car.