At the beginning of any extended vacation time from work, there is a spring in my step, an unrealistic to-do list of Pinterest projects to try, and a feeling that the world is at my feet because time is on my side. I can easily organize the responsibilities of laundry, cooking, and cleaning with a lighthearted attitude. I am so sorry for those that have not been able to feel that luxury of ‘time’ every once in a while because the opportunity to refresh is so important for one’s health.
This weekend, my husband surprised me with a road-trip for my birthday and our anniversary. Our definition of road-trip is: get in the car and drive to some undetermined destination.
We spent two days driving to small towns, roaming around, talking, and laughing. Letting go is good and we both know that we have got to take these mini-vacations more often. We have decided however, that Siri will always travel with us in case we need assistance with gas station locations, hotel choices, and restaurant recommendations (that is a whole other story and one that we will laugh about together for years to come).
What is it with me and doors? Apparently, I have some sort of door fetish. When my boys were small, I constantly found myself wiping them down with my Armour-All to clear away the dirty hand prints. Often, they were haphazardly left open because the freedom of the great outdoors was so inviting that the boys forgot my “we don’t live in a barn speech”.
It seems like we are always on the outside impatiently waiting to be let in….or on the inside anxious to escape. The obstacle in between is the door.
I have painted them, decorated them, and weather-stripped around them to maintain functionality.
I have replaced them with ‘trash to treasure’ finds that are full of unspoken history and character.
I have used them as a piece of art strategically placed to display dried flower arrangements.
The alarming thing is that I have four doors in the garage…..just laying around waiting – blank canvases ready to be rediscovered!
“The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.” – Flora Whittemore