The week between Christmas and New Year’s is always a bit untethered. I take this week off from work to spend with my kids and face it down with no expectations at all. In fact, right now the only thing we’ve got planned out is a trip to Vermont tomorrow.
Another fact: I didn’t know what day it was until my daughter reminded me.
Anyway…
It’s been raining since Christmas Eve. It’s not a real rain that you can go out and calculate and be burdened by; just a mist. It’s led to some serious fog which has led to me being in a serious mood for adventures. I think I’m spoiled after all of those trips to Copenhagen and Sweden in the winter. All that old-world culture – surrounded by foggy forests.
The girls don’t have the same sense of adventure as I do. They want to wake up late and play Roblox together. So, really, who am I to try and break that apart? It’s their vacation too and I want them to remember this week as a time they got to spend doing everything and nothing at all.
Though, they’re both over the moon about Vermont.
At seven and ten, who wouldn’t be excited for multiple opportunities to stock up on candy and other baubles filling the void in country stores and the like?
I, for one, just need to breathe in a little bit of that northern air. That’s the ticket for me. Maybe there’ll be some snow I can just take a peek at for a minute?
Either way, it’s these days between when we all get a chance to reset. If I had a holiday wish for anyone that I love and care about, it would be to find your chance to reset.
You can’t leave yourself behind by making some lofty promises that are sugar-coated as resolutions. But you can take a hard look at the things you’ve been carrying for the last year and decide what you’re bringing with you when we cross over into next year.
Deep sigh…
Well, enough from me. I told the girls that it’s wheels up in an hour so we could go see what kind of trouble we could get into in four-wheel drive.
Tribe Of Flannel 