Wallowing in the feelings of loneliness, sadness, bitterness or disappointment is like neglecting the profuse bleeding from a mortal wound. It quickly drains the precious energy and strong life force I so desperately need to sustain myself so I may carry on bravely and continue the ferocious battle I fight for those I love.
In fact, self "anything" is a dangerous distraction to the intense level of focus that is needed to parent my children well.
One day of bleeding or emotional self indulgence is all the time that is available to me, and then it becomes necessary to bandage the wound and allow it time to heal on its own. Further wallowing becomes self destructive, not conducive to the bright, clear and highly tuned attitude needed for effective soldiering.
So, in an effort to bravely carry on, I have begun the planning of our annual Thanksgiving excursion.
This year, we are going to try something new.
I am not going to tell you where, just yet.
But I will give you a hint and tell you that it possesses all of the Peters family prerequisites for a relaxing get away:
And of course to Nicholas, (and the rest of us now)
No vacation would be complete without one of these: