Well, our trip to the UK is history now. It was amazing, wonderful, marvelous, better than I’d imagined. All those terrific adjectives that mean just about perfect.
Our B & Bs were all great, some greater than others, but overall really, really good. The museums and exhibits that we saw were uniformly well done. And uniformly expensive ($20-$30 each entry fee). But worth the $$, for sure.
The landscape was….well, the only word that really works is magical. Wales – great. Edinburgh – amazing. Glencoe – glorious. The Lake District – mystical (pretty sure I saw a unicorn). Cotswolds – quaint and perfect. London – phenomenal. It was all fabulous. I wrote a blog while I was there – markandjeansadventures.wordpress.com. Check it out if you have any interest. It was a blast to write and I’m pretty sure the readers enjoyed it!
But one of the best parts of the trip that I didn’t even identify at the time was the relaxation. We dashed around, not on a clock, but with a set number of things/places to see but it never felt stressful. Other than lingering around and having to leave a place because it was closing, my life – for a couple of weeks – wasn’t ruled by a clock. From the time we had to be at the airport at XX time to leave for the trip until the time we had to be back at Heathrow to come home, I operated on general time frames. I came back to work today and am right back in the thick of it – 9 meetings today, nearly 1,000 emails to get through, work to do, stuff to handle.
Guess what? I like not being ruled by a clock. I’m not sure I could operate at my best ALL the time without the structure, but I sure liked it, more than I even knew.
Other good stuff – my term on the school board is DONE. No more of that complication in my life. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but still – one less thing on my schedule. I am just starting to feel the tiniest bit of Empty Nest Syndrome. It doesn’t feel bad, though. It feels and smells like FREEDOM. There are so many things I want to do. I want to take a class and learn to speak Spanish. I want to travel more. I want to take a jewelry class so I’m not just messing around with it. I want to take entire days and go junking. I want to start my Christmas shopping right now. I want to take a yoga class. I want (well, need) to get started on a fitness plan and DO IT. I don’t have many excuses left anymore.
I want. I want. I want. It’s time for me. And for my marriage. It’s good – don’t panic – but has taken a back seat more than a few times in the last 25 years while we dealt with the day to day business of living and raising a family. I want to do everything I can to make sure we don’t wake up one morning and think ‘hey, who is this person I’m married to? Do I still like them? Do I still love them? Is this really going to be forever?’
Come on, life. I’m ready for you. Let’s get after this.