This usually means doing the completely logical thing: working twice as hard so I can rest.

There are lists for the trip, lists for the house and lists for the work that needs to happen while I’m gone. There are reservations to confirm, clothes to reconsider and approximately 47 things I’ve suddenly decided must be completed before I leave.

Why do we do this?

We treat rest like something we have to earn by exhausting ourselves first. As though we must arrive at vacation depleted enough to justify taking it.

I’m trying something different this time.

This is a girls’ family trip, which means my husband will be home—and perfectly capable of picking up some of the slack while I’m gone. That gives me some breathing room. I don’t need to leave the fridge fully stocked, stop the mail or prepare for every possible scenario before I walk out the door.

He can handle what comes up. The world will continue turning.

Because the point of stepping away isn’t to prove how much I can accomplish before I go. It’s to actually step away.

So, I’m giving myself permission to leave a few boxes unchecked.

Maybe that’s where the break really begins.

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Do you remember Dorinda? Someone else's leftover became my favorite thing to wear.

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