We're on a Break

After an emotionally (and physically) tumultuous December, I came to the realization that my life and I were experiencing irreconcilable differences. We needed some time apart. Enter Florida. This annual staycation could not have come at a better time. The thought of "checking out" for three whole weeks filled my troubled soul with sunny hope. Not only would I get a break from the dreary Philadelphia winter, but I'd be able to cope with my residual December sadness within the safe confines of my parents' vacation home. You can't buy that level of comfort.

So here I sit, sipping wine at 6:00 in the airy living room, enjoying this break from the day-to-day routine that is my life, and finding rejuvenation in the simple act of doing whatever. Reassuring myself that when my life and I do reconcile, it will be a sweet reunion. That I will have put the bulk of the sadness behind me and will find the strength to move forward with purpose and direction. I'm actually excited to see where the next phase of my life takes me. To no longer feel trapped in an unending cycle of hope and disappointment. I'm free. Literally and figuratively. And I'm in Boca. So things are good right now.

In Boca we sleep 'til 9:00. We take leisurely walks around the country club. The dog has a spring in his step. The 3-year-old plays outside until the sun goes down. We swim, we lunch, we chill. And it's just what the doctor ordered for me. Don't be jealous -- I'd still trade places with you in a heartbeat. But I'm healing. I'm starting to learn how to accept my life for what it is, warts and all. Although we're currently on a break, I'm confident that we'll live happily ever after...eventually.