I am a list person. It’s not just that I LIKE making lists, it’s that I NEED to make them. Because they help me make decisions. Prioritize. And it feels ah-mazing to cross things off of them!
As I mentioned in my previous post, my writing is slacking. I’ve been busy, but the truth is, I’m really, really struggling with inspiration at times.
Part of it is my meds. But a big part of it is being in somewhat of a rut.
Believe it or not, I gained a good bit of inspiration for my posts from my interactions on Facebook. Things I would read. Conversations I had. Things other people talked about. But now that I’m no longer on that medium, my ideas seem to require more effort to summon.
I don’t want to stop writing, even though my readership took a huge hit when I quit Facebook. But I need some fresh…..thoughts. And one of the best ways I can achieve that is through different scenery.
I don’t have the money to travel a lot, but I squeeze out moments wherever I can. Even if it’s ridiculously far in a preposterously short amount of time.
You only live once, right? I can sleep when I’m dead. I put 34,000 miles on my car in my first year of owning it. Does that even tell you how much I was busting at the seams to see some different things? I haven’t had a car that was travel-trustworthy in quite a while. At least not extensively. When I bought this car, I knew that I would be spending some very hard-earned money on it. And I’m not planning to carefully only put limited miles on the thing. I bought it to take me places. And when the summertime rolls in, I’m ready to start day-trippin’!
Or overnight trippin’.
Or week-long trippin’!
The first of June, the hubs and I are spending a night in Biloxi for a comedy show. It’ll be the first time in 3 years that we’ve spent a night away from home together. And that’s sad. This is a sort of early anniversary gift to ourselves and I’m looking forward to the show, the coastal scenery, and the fresh oysters I plan to find while I’m there!
In mid-June, we will be taking a week-long jaunt over to San Diego! I have a work conference there and was able to talk my husband into actually USING some of his vacation for once and be my travel companion. I’ve never been to the west coast and I’m over-the-moon excited about it.
During the rest of the summer, I plan to visit a few other places that are a little closer to home and let Reagan break in the new camera she got for Christmas.
I’ve never been to S.F., but it’s chock-full of some beautiful antebellum homes and is rich with history for the exploring.
This park is supposedly at its height of beauty during the autumn season, but I’ve never visited at all, so I’m not planning to wait for the leaves to change before I make the trip. Cabins are pretty cheap, which is good considering it’s almost out of state and several hours away. I’d need a place to kick up for the night after that drive.
There are some really good hiking trails in this park and lots of natural beauty all around. If I don’t get anywhere else, I WILL visit Tishomingo this year.
My mother was a Dunn before she married and I’m not sure if there’s any family history related to this site, but I think it looks like a fun day trip and ripe with photography opportunities for Reagan.
Now, in all honesty, I may not get to hit each of these locations before the end of the summer. But, I do hope to have them all crossed off my list by the end of the year.
I broke my budget taking my little excursion in March, but I have never once regretted money spent on a change of scenery. I need it like air in my lungs and it keeps me from becoming rigid, bitter, and entirely consumed with…..sameness.
In between the road trips, I plan to take some “me” days. A solo movie date, or long drive – alone. Nothing but me and maybe a podcast to keep me company. These are the things that restore my soul – little by little – from the tension, stress, and everyday responsibilities that just wear a body down over time.
I have said before that when my daughter leaves the nest, I’m buying a R.V. and never having a permanent address again.
That may or may not ever happen, but I can dream. And in the meantime, I make lists. And have one hell of a time crossing things off.