As I'm coming to the end of this mega-vacation from my everyday reality, I've been thinking a lot about what lies ahead for me.
Going home, but to what? To my loving husband and my home and my insane cats, yes. But also to a place where I've gotten into some very bad habits, things that need changing.
I've already sort of turned on the switch in my brain that says, enough is enough! There's already been a perceptible shift in my way of thinking about some aspects of my life, things I have seen myself failing at that I know I can change. I have a certain degree of confidence that I can keep the momentum going as I leave vacationland and return to The Real World.
It's just a month now (about) until I turn 31, egad, and I'm nowhere near where I planned to be by this point in my life. So many plans I've let wither on the vine. So much energy I've expended on all the wrong things.
No matter, a journey of a thousand miles and all that...
I've already taken my first steps and I plan to keep taking all the steps left between where I am, and where I want and need to be. Basically I'm walking toward a happier, healthier, less stressed, more fulfilled version of myself.
It took me 31 years to get here, so I don't expect to turn it all around in a few weeks, but great achievement doesn't come without great sacrifice and great toil and I'm absolutely up to the task.