I’ve done it since I was a little girl. When I begin feeling overwhelmed and frustrated with life, I just pack my knapsack and run away from home. The difference is, now I take a car and travel much farther and stay gone longer than a few hours. (Funny though, how no one ever comes looking for me.)
So, run away I did, and I returned to the land of the living with a new attitude.
On Wednesday on a whim, I headed out for Nashville to help my son, William, celebrate his 30-something birthday. (Yes, it took us three days to do it properly.) It was a mind-expanding, attitude adjusting trip and I even got a little education, thanks to the sophisticated life-style of my urban offspring.
The 12 hours spent en route (I tried to take a new route and got lost twice) gave me lots of time to think about where I am and where I’d rather be. The verdict is that I’m exactly where I want to be, I just need to tweak my schedule to spend less time in passive activities, and more time out changing what needs changing.
For some reason, I’ve allowed myself to retreat into my comfortable little cocoon in order to avoid more productive activities. I believe my battle with swine flu in July got me started on this downward spiral, and it’s time to get back in the game. I’m ready to rejoin the human race and interact with real people – I DO have friends besides the crew on “Everybody Loves Raymond,” you know, but I think I forgot them for a few weeks.
If you’re feeling stuck in a rut, I recommend the open road and Anna Quindlen’s new book “A Short Guide to a Happy Life.” It’s only 50 pages and you can read it twice in one hour. It shares a unique view on how to “get a life” and live each day more deeply, rather than merely existing.
I begin Saturday with a day of all-new “to dos” and somehow I instinctively know I’m going to accomplish them and have a great time in the process. It’s a good thing life is a terminal condition, or I’d never leave the house!