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My Cabin In The Woods
I finally got a weekend off and took a road trip to Louisiana with my son. The main reason was to see a good friend who was laid up with two broken legs. Luckily, her house is a one minute walk from her parent’s house where she is staying.
What I wasn’t prepared for was what I would wake up to that first morning.
I woke up and made a pot of coffee and sat on the back porch looking out into the woods. There was no feeling of “Oh, man, I need to get x,y,z done.” There was nowhere that I needed to go. There were no chores to get done.
It was a moment of realization that this is exactly what I needed.
I had my computer so I could use my time wisely and get some writing done, but for the first time in a while I didn’t feel any pressure to do so. I finished my coffee and went back inside where I sat in front of the television for an hour.
What I found strange was that the property we recently bought is exactly what I am now sitting in. It’s out in the woods and affords me the peace that I seek. The difference is that when I’m home, there’s always something that needs to be done.
Dishes sit in the sink, the dog needs to go out. Sometimes it is the guilt I feel as my husband works on the house and I sit there. There’s always laundry that can be washed and video games in the background.