COVID has meant holding vacation plans loosely, because you never know what the next quarter, month, or even week will bring. Which is hard for someone like me who plans months and even years in advance, partly because I'm wired this way and partly because of the logistical challenge of synchronizing five impossible schedules. Not being able to do this has been stressful, not in the least because it robs us of the not insignificant benefit of looking forward to vacation, which many people say the anticipation is event better than the actualization.
It's still too early for plans. But it no longer seems too early for aspirations. Aspirations I have had to squelch for a while, because what was the point? But now I can let them roam free. Where will we go next summer, and what will we do? When can I play hooky from work for one-on-one day trips with Jada and Aaron and Asher? What will the next kid-free getaway be? It has been liberating to give myself space to dream, and to jot down the ideas for what is hoped to be the time in the near future when those ideas can be converted into plans.
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