I am considering this weekend a little bitty vacation. I'm not going anywhere, except cross country skiing on Sunday, but I'm treating it like it is a vacation: sleeping in, eating left-over honey pecan tart slowly while looking out the window, sitting around in a coffee shop for a couple of hours, going out and listening to bluegrass at night.
Now that I write that out, I realize that this is the stuff I do every weekend. What makes it feel like a vacation is not so much what I am doing, it is that I refuse to feel guilty about doing it instead of something more productive, in exactly the way one does on vacation.
Now that I write that out, I realize that this is the stuff I do every weekend. What makes it feel like a vacation is not so much what I am doing, it is that I refuse to feel guilty about doing it instead of something more productive, in exactly the way one does on vacation.
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