I took a little break this weekend, from blogging and writing. Family get-together, long holiday weekend, you know how it is.
I go through jags where I become obsessed with writing, social media, and learning all the tricks. I don't intend to become so hyper-focused, but it just happens sometimes. But in those times, something always forces me out of my spot behind the screen to step back, pause, and live a little.
I spent the weekend in the mountains with family. The ride up was... cumbersome. Lots of traffic; I'm guessing that EVERYONE decided that leaving at 10 a.m. was a good idea. The whining toddler in the back wasn't making it any less stressful. But all told, there was really only a half-hour or so that was difficult. My son is a blessing, he really slept through most of it, so I have nothing to complain about.
But what a great time we had. At first, I felt homesick for my sofa, my writing, my large iced coffee... but after a while I eased up. I remembered why I was there.
I love being a creative person. I love being able to sit with myself, be inspired, and just write. And I'm grateful for that gift. But something I often forget, is that I thrive on interpersonal connections.
Life is meant to be enjoyed with our loved ones. Interactions like this have as much of a place in our lives as quiet introspection does. After all, if we don't venture out and enjoy ourselves, make connections, relate to each other... then what are we doing?
Just as there is a sacred magic and purity in connecting to one's self, there is just as much magic in connecting with others. I think wholeness is found within, to be sure. But to what end if not to share that love and joy we find with others?
I had a blast this weekend, and I didn't write a word. I spent time with cherished family, we ate together, we played games, we laughed, we sang, we tried to solve the world's problems. I met new people, made new friends. Interesting, charming, fun people that I never would have met if I stayed behind the digital screen.
Commitment to goals and dreams is important, but so are our relationships with each other. There is a dangerous line, when working toward your imagined future: and if you live there too often, you miss the present. You miss the joy to be found in simply being with others who make you laugh. In sharing a good meal with family. In watching your toddler explore and discover all the wonders of nature: the sounds, the fresh air, the endless green, the starry night.
I love my writing, but it wouldn't mean half as much without real-life experiences and connections to add flavor and depth to it.
Live your dreams, but live your moments. The ones that pop up, the simple ones, the exciting ones... and find joy in them. Celebrate them. Be grateful for them, learn and grow with them. Hug your parents, play a game, eat the potato salad, throw a Frisbee. Whatever it is. It's your life. Participate. Be present, show up for it.
Work toward your dreams, make good choices, but appreciate the journey... not just the destination.
I am so grateful for the pause, the time away, to breathe in fresh air and share some good old-fashioned fun in the woods. I live in the suburbs, I long for the city, but my soul needs the country. It's all about a healthy balance, I feel, to keep moving forward. Not all focused drive... and not all reckless abandon and play. Human beings are dynamic creatures, and I think we need a nice blend to thrive.
So now, with all that fun and life and connection tucked in my pocket, I roll my shoulders back, breathe in, and am filled up with so much, that I must write. xoxo