I took a much needed break last week from all my responsibilities to have fun with my visiting daughter.  It’s hard to believe she’s an adult and that my son will soon be one too.  It was a jam-packed, fun-filled week – boating, waterskiing, hiking, shopping, even squeezing in some long overdue errands like renewing passports – but today I have to go back to regular life, aka work.  It’s hard going back after having a taste of freedom – get out of bed whenever you want, do whatever you want, go wherever you want.  I saw this meme the other day about what being rich really means – something about getting rid of the alarm clock, not having to worry about how you’re going to pay the rent, being able to help others when needed… There was so much truth in it.  That is true freedom.  I tell my husband all the time, it’s not working that I mind, I just want to do it on my own terms.  Is that a silly expectation?  Maybe, but I’m aiming for it anyway.

I took this next school session off (another much needed break), but I won’t be wasting that time.  I will keep working toward my goals.