I miss last weekend.
As I sit at my computer working day after day for the last week, my mind is somewhere else. I think I left it on the open road and with the full moon. I left it in the blue sky and the thunder that rolled as I tried to stay warm in a tent. I left it in the campfire and the smoke that filled my lungs and every strand of hair on my head. I left it in the sand, buried beneath each footprint and body print that left a mark on the dunes. The same dunes that held my body for hours on a Sunday afternoon as I laid in silence and felt the sun on my skin.
I can't entirely put into words the amount of stress I've been under lately. A couple of weeks ago there were muscles in my chest and back that were so tight that it hurt to breath. I'm not exaggerating. That was when I realized I needed to get a grasp on my to-do lists, work schedule, and priorities. I'd taken on too much, said no too little, and as always, was struggling with balance in all shapes and forms. It's hard to be a creative, a good friend, have a second job, and take care of yourself all at the same time. That's why, in the midst of one of the most emotional weeks I'd had in months, I questioned why I was planning a trip to get away. Little did I know getting away was exactly what my heart needed. As I drove away from home all I could think about was how excited I was to not shower, smell like dirt, and sleep outside. I couldn't wait.
Next week I fly to Florida to shoot my last wedding of the season. So bear with me for a little bit longer as I continue to be a bit busy. Forgive me if I don't accept your invitation, or take a few days to email you back. In the mean time I'll be working hard, and day dreaming of weekend getaways, quiet winter days, and having beer at sunset off the edge of a pier in Florida at the end of what's been a fantastic wedding season.