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Feeling the run down

That is my life at the moment.

We have been so busy- and it's not going to stop for awhile, at least another week.

I told Jon today that there's a very large part of me that wants to say "Screw it" and splurge on a vacation for us this summer.

My batteries need recharging. And for me, that means we get the fuck outta dodge and either go breathe in some mountain air or bury our toes in the sand at the Gulf. That means we go make memories as a family away from the every day bullshit.

Either this...

Or this...doesn't really matter to me, both are beautiful.

I feel like I'm in a bit of a funk right now...not satisfied with work, feeling trapped and stuck. I can't be UN-stuck for awhile, so I'm maintaining and every day I get just a little more frustrated and anxious and sometimes it feels like I can't breathe.

I also told Jon today that I can see the desire to buy an RV and just travel around the country, wandering. Of course that would mean pretty much no craft room or garden, and simplifying like crazy, and basically un-schooling our kid. But I get why people feel that way.

And here's the thing- I know, in a few months, I'd be dying to be back in Kansas City with our friends and family. This city is amazing and has my heart and always will. This feeling of suffocation always passes.

But even knowing that, it doesn't make it any easier in the moment.

Sorry for the melancholy after I haven't posted in a couple of weeks.

Writing is part of a catharsis for me, I feel better if I write it down (even if only a little) and now I'm off to go listen to Florence + the Machine and work on an Etsy order.


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