Last week I went away for a couple of days by myself to a place I had never visited. I have friends that do this regularly and honestly, I am in awe of them. Or rather I was in awe of them. The retreat proved to be more than just rest but a time of reflection.
It’s interesting how time goes by and if we don’t stop for a minute, we miss it. My favorite line from Ferris Bueller (“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”) and so true. I realized that I had some unresolved issues that bubbled over my cauldron. Some were painful, some were exciting. I was able to compartmentalize them and deal with them one at a time.
I also got to see how beautiful our state is in the fall. The weather was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold. The leaves were brown, red and gold. So pretty.
I also realized that as much as I love to travel, I also love to come home. There’s nothing like driving from upstate to the city. I specifically love that transition from country to city. The sky shift from magical blue to city blue, the forests fade and the buildings materialize, and the loud hum of the city becomes the new score to my destination.
All I know is that I will be doing this more often. I think the next destination will be Montauk. I have never been there and I love the beach.