I just had five days straight of self care bliss and the cause may seem counterintuitive. Was I on a retreat? No. Were my kids away so I had freedom? No. Was I gifted money to shop excessively on summer clothes? No.
My best friend from high school (yep, that makes us friends for 28 years) came to stay with her husband and three kids. Hosting guests can sometimes be draining and exhausting but this experience was anything but. As I said when they left, my bucket is full and I’m extremely grateful you chose to spend some of your summer vacation with us. They flew in from Calgary and nestled into our guest room. I helped them play tourist in the Seattle area a little, but for the most part we hung out around our home and in the immediate area at the beach or trampoline place where the kids were happiest. I miss the kind of conversation I have with my friend. It’s so easy, so comfortable and so supportive. We went for a walk one evening and she even made it to my morning boot camp and survived.
Life is too short to not have these kinds of visits with the people you hold dearest. Nothing can replace the feeling of being around close, loving community. Not a retreat, not a break from the kids and not money for shopping. The past week was one of the best weeks of summer I’ve had as an adult. Thank you again for coming our way is all I can say, and don’t hesitate to come again.
As for the rest of my cherished community, the door is open. Call me.