Slow and steady

I've been absent.

I promised posts while I was in Tahoe, but the vacation was so relaxing and so necessary, I forced myself to slow down and just BE. I had the greatest time. Blogging was really the last thing on my mind.

I tend to assume a crazy amount of responsibility - this applies to everything in my life (except housework...hee) and more often than not I find myself just exhausted and unable to catch my breath. Even while on vacations, I feel the need to PLAN and GO and DO. I come home from trips feeling like I need a 3-day sleep and wondering why the hell people ever would want to leave the quiet and calm of their own homes.

Tahoe was different. We showed up with no agenda. No one had any expectations, save for skiing at least one day. We had a week to do whatever we wanted.

I panicked.

I started thinking about everything I would be missing out on by not planning my week out in advance. How would I know when we were going to ski? How about snowmobiling? Was that going to happen? I wanted to go sledding too - when would we do that?? Dear GOD, when would I shop?!?!

My problem is that during vacations, I want to do things that I wouldn't normally be able to do in Houston. I tell myself I want to maximize my time in this new and different place and soak it all in and make lasting memories and be able to tell great stories when I come home about that one spring we went to Tahoe. The issue with THAT is that by the end of the second day of the trip, I am so freaking exhausted by all the memory-making, the end of the vacation becomes a blur of traveling and seeing and going. I wear myself out too early.

Not this time. It was slow-paced and rejuvenating. For the first 3 days, we didn't do anything in Tahoe we couldn't have done in Spring. We all spent time together playing cards, watching movies, drinking beer and sitting out on our balcony, looking up at the mountains.

Ok, so THAT we couldn't do in Spring.

Now that we're home, I am trying to slow down. Sleep in on the weekends. Not make plans for every Friday and Saturday night. JUST LAY AROUND MY HOUSE FOR A WHOLE DAY. I'll admit, just typing out those last 3 sentences kind of makes my heart race and I honestly just started thinking about plans for the weekend, but I am learning that with a few deep breaths I can talk myself down from the ledge that is a perpetually full calendar.

I'm working on it.