I’ve been in racing mode for the last five weeks. Sure, I’ve been loving it, but now, before we move into travel mode I have a few days to breathe, to write, to play guitar, to exercise, to shop for more than I need.
I wish I could just be quid, but it’s almost impossible for me. I’m always wondering what I should be doing even if I know it would be better to just relax.
I guess it’s not easy preparing to be 65 in two days even though we will be celebrating the evening in a new city for us, Portland, Maine and Tuvia will go to great pains to make sure the night is lovely and then a few days with family to celebrate a wedding of the younger generation in the middle of a forest preserve. Could be fantastic, right?
And then back home for another trio of days to again chill: wash clothes, repack and pray that everything is quiet in Israel so I can enjoy being there without feeling guilty when I walk on the Tel Aviv beach or stop at Banana Beach for their amazing puffs of pita and luscious humus.
Am I crazy? Of course I can’t settle down to a crawl.