I have a self imposed travel moratorium going on this fall because of football season. I hate to travel while my kids are playing sports.
It is my oldest son’s last year and I simply hate to be gone and my younger son is starting Freshman football.
I have travelled somewhere between 3-4 months this year and I am certainly not complaining but the bottom line is, it is time to get some stuff done on the homefront and set up for a successful school year launch!
I hate to admit it but it is true. As much as I love dashing around with this kid to big cities, remote beaches and even garbage dumps…it is time to put a stop to the madness. Hence, my self imposed travel moratorium has begun.
I need to get my energy level back up and not feeling depleted. Because guess what? Confession time: I hate to admit it…. but traveling takes it out of you….haters gonna hate I know…everyone wishes for that problem…understood and justified.
I have been in so many airports this year I can’t count, eating foods that aren’t good for me and sleeping weird hours.
Listen to Buffalo Bill…he agrees and understands me! “My restless roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long”.
My hairs a mess, skins a mess, the scale numbers are a mess and I am feeling disorganized on the home front but this last week, despite my little jaunt to New York City, I made strides, getting the financials all in tip top shape and purging my office as part of my 30 day purge of 30 bags of garbage and believe me….it needed it!
Every step towards organization makes me feel so much better, like I can tackle the next big problem.
What is so funny is this not an organization blog, but every so often I get on these little tangents that make me want to organize.
Our house is nearly 15 years old, and about every spot needs some maintenance. The secret to living a life of travel is that something has to go, you can’t serve two masters in life nor at home and recently it has been between….well a house and the world.
I am serious! We have always chosen the world and I am grateful for that…but geesh….the house and the bod…oh and the yard…. needs some love and I don’t want to give it.
The first step is admitting that you need to change.