Vacation wasted
You take your worrying mind wherever you go
Two events make my life worth living: Christmas and a summer camping trip.
I’ve just returned from this year's camping trip to Italy.
The way I’m thinking about it right now is that it was not worth all the money, time, and energy. On top of that, having returned, I don’t feel rested, relaxed, or anything like that. I feel thin and restless.
I know my judgment will change with time. I know it because I can remember so many trips (and so many Christmases) that simply did not deliver. And I can remember how I felt a few months later. More on this later.
For now, I’m still remembering all the negative thought processes that kept storming through my mind like legions of Uruk Hai. They are still fresh and that is why I’m sitting down now and scribbling. I wish to have an accurate record of what happened and how my judgment will develop.
This is a photo of me having my first cappuccino on the Italian soil. This should have been one of the happiest moments of the trip. Do I look happy to you?
