08/15/2026
I was fortunate enough to spend a week with my family in the most beautiful, sacred place. I was already recovering from an infection and I caught a cold on the day we arrived. I felt a bit sorry for myself. I also felt guilty for not feeling the joy I usually feel in this place, felt guilty for not being fun vacation mom. But the body does what the body does, and no amount of pushing through was going to work. And amidst the low energy and quietness, the vacation still happened. We still had beach walks and family meals. Played Go Fish and lost a lot (we play by my daughter’s rules and they heavily favour a positive outcome for her). Life kept moving, guilt or no guilt. And I’m sitting here reminding myself of the neutrality of it all, how we are the ones to assign the emotional weight. So I guess I’ll try again next time 🌔
