Swing Set

I was never a child for a swing set. Don't get me wrong, I loved them, yet the pleasure I derived from what should be an exhilarating experience was inhibited by my comparison to the skills of my playmates. I am not, was not and will never be athletic. All my friends could do fancy dismounts from their swings, and make themselves swing super high. But little 'ol me had to struggle just to pull myself up on to the swing. The only time I gained swing altitude was with the assistance of a pusher, and nobody likes to push someone else for long. Thus, I always found myself negating the joy I was experiencing because it wasn't as great [or so I thought] as the what my surrounding peers were experiencing.

I thought the days of playground lore were over, yet here I am again, finding myself on a swing set. A mood one to be exact. It is no exaggeration that my emotions have been fluctuating drastically over the last few weeks. One moment I will feel elated, I'll laugh at the silliest things, and just find enjoyment in the simple things of life. The next I'll feel drained of life, the mundane is amplified, depleting the little strength I have to face each second.

I'm sure this all has to do with desperately needing a vacation. Not just from the sub-par summer weather we have been having, but also from my chronically confounding circumstances.

And so it has begun. A count down. 23 days...

In May we booked a 6 day, 5 night vacation [not sure it's going to be long enough!] to the Mexican Riviera. We will be staying in at an all-inclusive resort. I would like to use my vacation time to do something adventurous, travel and see the world. But my lack of energy and funds constrains my dreams from becoming reality. So for this vacation I will be a beach bum. I may or may not immerse myself in the local culture. I may or may not just do absolutely nothing productive for one day. We will see. But hopefully when I return, I will have successfully dismounted this histrionic swing set.