Escape

 

Last week my family and I ran away. We left the state and all our responsibilities behind. None of us were allowed to post on social media where we were. We needed to escape.

We tried this in April during our spring break and things did not work out. Family issues, medical emergencies, and personal traumas kept us from leaving right then, so when we got the chance to "use or lose" this vacation, we were more than ready.

I LOVE flying!

I feel like I have a good life. I have everything I need and pretty much anything that I really want. I am surrounded by good people. I have a wonderful, fulfilling job. I am married to my true love.  I have a darling, loving family. I am blessed. But this world freaks me right out. The issues that surround us right now just absolutely blow my mind sometimes. First there are the media hyped  headlines of human trafficking, public bathroom "rights", deciding which idiot gets to ruin our country after the next election,  whether a gorilla's life is more important than a child's life, the list goes on and on. And humans feed like we are starving, jumping on bandwagons and socially hanging anyone who thinks differently than we do. Then there are our own, personal matters to contend with. Everybody has got their own stuff; sickness, relationships, job stress, money matters....you name it. Find your own problem to fill in the blank. We've all got stuff. Well, I've kinda had it with stuff. Especially the stuff that doesn't need to make it into my box of worries. The stuff that wasn't mine to begin with. The stuff that is none of my business (whether a parent was watching a child closely enough-I wasn't there-it's none of my business to judge that.) So having had enough, I ran, and I took my family with me.

Mustang Convertible? Yes, please!

We had a GLORIOUS time. We focused on family and the incredible things in the world around us. We put our phones down, we took lots of walks, we visited historical sites, we relished our escape. I'm a little blue to be home where the phone is still ringing, things break down, there's not enough time in the day, and not enough kindness in the world. That  makes me want to run away again, but I am still so grateful I got a little break from all those things. It helped recharge my spirit and gave me a little bit of energy to keep moving forward. Now my escape each evening is into my back yard to my little peaceful gazebo where the world can't touch me-at least for a few minutes. It makes me realize that I need to make time to escape more often. Maybe I need to leave that "one last chore" for another day and take time to inhale, so that I can breathe a little better when tomorrow's struggles come at me. Escaping helps me to gain perspective. It helps me to be grateful. Find your escape and use it often. Save your sanity.