So I’m heading out of town today on a road trip to the mountains.
Ahhhh. I think this will be good for me. I’ve been entirely too reclusive lately, just sitting here for hours in the morning and afternoon working. When I do finally venture out in the late afternoon after being alone all day writing, I find it hard to remember how to communicate with people. Not a good sign. Time to get away.
I had such lofty goals for this summer, how much I would get accomplished, and it’s been stressing me out that I’ve fallen short. But yesterday I realized that the way I set up things, there’s no way to ever feel like I’ve done enough: that’s the weird mojo I always work on myself. It’s so unhealthy. I mean, really.
So, today I’ll pack a bag and get in the car and drive. I’ll count Cracker Barrels, and signs for Dockside Dolls, and maybe stop at JR and buy a cigar or some hand towels. (Those of you from NC know what I mean. The rest of you, it’s not even worth explaining. Really.) I’ll try to get one last driving tan before September. I’ll listen to bad radio and David Sedaris on CD and try to remind myself that life is too short to be so damn stressed. Period.
I think I feel better already.
I’ll let you know how it goes….