Yesterday I received a treat that I’ve not had for many years:
My vacation slip.
In my years of focusing upon my children, I would stay at home during summer vacations, taking so much time off from jobs that I rarely ever saw one of these.
In fact, I do believe I worked through the last paid vacation I earned. I needed the extra income in order to survive.
I squeed when I held that paper in my hands. It’s such a little thing to many but it represents something I’ve not experienced for far too long:
I am free from the burdens of child care, of worrying about anyone else but me. I am free from financial struggles and fears for the first time in longer than I care to remember. I may not be rich, but I’m doing rather well on my tiny little income.
This might be the very first paid vacation in my entire life where I’ve not had to worry about money.
I am going to enjoy every single minute of it.
I requested off the week of my 49th birthday. I didn’t even ask for specific dates; just asked for any time during that week, a small stretch of time in a row. That week I intend to totally, completely, take some time off from my life.
I am going to rest. I am going to read. I will hang out in the local coffee shop, visit the library, and explore the new businesses popping up in my little town.
I am going to spend that entire week giving thanks for the incredible life I’ve been given. While I’m sure I’ll end up piddling around the house and writing a bit, my primary goal is going to be the simple act of appreciation
What do you have to look forward to with the coming year? Please share your stories in the comments below.