Lately, I’ve been fickle on doing a few activities I’m usually methodical about.

I used to take more walks, wake up early, go to bed early, clean up the kids’ usual clutter around the house, try out new cooking recipes, and write my morning pages. This past month I’ve let the days go by, lacking my typical oomph.

I think I need a vacation.

I guess I could just call it a vacation if I didn’t let myself feel any guilt about not getting the usual things done. I’ll just pick it all back up next week, maybe.

Or next month.