Now, I'm not talking about all the times I've imagined some hidden meaning in people's words and actions. That's something I'm working on, I promise.
All summer long, I've been watching my friends post pictures of their vacations. I've listened to their tales of warm sun, sand in between their toes, and relaxation. I am happy for them.
We've never gone on a vacation like that. Well, once we went to Washington, D.C. for 4 days. But otherwise, our family has never gone a vacation where we slept in hotels and just rested. I'm not entirely sure I know how to rest, now that I think about it.
|An old pic of us in front of the Capitol building|
Instead, we are champions of the day-trip, and exploring our hometown. In the past few years, someone coined this the "staycation," which is a stupid word. I've always just considered it living life. Why sit at home day in and day out, especially as homeschoolers, when there's a world to explore?
As a result, I tend to celebrate the small things.
We're going to spend the day at the local state park swimming in the lake? Yay, we're going to the beach and we'll build a giant sandcastle!
We've decided to go hiking in the woods? Yay, let's be explorers and search for rare wildflowers!
I suppose this might sound silly, but if I can't find the pleasure and joy in the things I do every day, then I'm pretty sure I'm living life wrong.