Thinking Travel

Last week my husband celebrated a birthday. A big birthday. One of those important entering-a-new decade birthdays. And since it was on a Friday, I planned fun times from Friday afternoon through Sunday for my fabulous husband.

Since I’ve put myself under strict orders to write and publish these posts in 10 minutes or less so I’ll just post the damn thing already, I won’t go into details about the entire weekend. But I will say that there were several new things in this weekend. One was going to the Carolina Inn for afternoon tea. Another was eating a late-night dinner on Guglhupf’s beautiful patio. The third was trying all sorts of new kinds of cheese, and actually liking most of them.

Sometimes I start feeling kinda guilty that my things are too easy, too fun. I think I should do things that are hard and really challenge me. I DO do hard things, all the time. But since I actually feel guilty that I’m doing fun things, part of me thinks I should do even more fun things each week.

Over the weekend I noticed how many times I wanted to do something spontaneous (jump into the ocean even though I was fully clothed or ride around the beach town on a tandem bike) but talked myself out of it (don’t jump into the ocean, you’ll just get wet and cold and sandy! don’t rent a tandem bike for $10/hour, just walk for free!). I don’t think I need to jump on every spontaneous thing that rolls through my brain, but it really bothers me that I so quickly talk myself out of things that could lead to new experiences and insights. Hmmm. I need to work on this.