This past weekend, it wasn't the lack of family responsibilities, the sleeping in, the all day coffee and wine, the ambling, uninterrupted reading and drawing, the free range peacocks or the four poster bed, it was a back to me. Driving down into the Shenandoah valley, I felt a layer peel off. I just simply felt like me. Not Mom Beth, Wife Beth, Teacher Beth, Artist Beth or any of those Beths, it was just pure me, freshly squeezed Beth (okay that just sounds weird).
I came back really happy, okay, well, content. And content is good.