This will truly be the last of our weekend getaways. We've had far too many lately and my bank account is begging me to take a break and act like a grown woman with a child who'll be off to college in 3 years instead of just being a thirty-one yr. old. I think about all the things I'm not done with in life and have inundated myself with so many plans, I've almost forgotten my role as mother is to keep still, for just a little bit.
My head stays in the clouds quite a lot when I fantasize about moving into a loft in the city or buying a gracious estate off the Santa Barabara coast. And opening my very own boutique, art gallery, or restaurant of good eats. Add that to publishing a print magazine or launching my clothing brand, I swear I get lost in my thresholds of reality but really appreciate my capacity to have an imagination that takes me far far away, beyond any weekend getaway.
