Well. Love Monday on a Tuesday because…life.
I got home from our annual sibling trip to Zion National Park this weekend and honestly? It was exactly what all three of us needed in very different ways.
This was our third year doing this trip together and every year I leave feeling some version of the same thing: how lucky we are to genuinely like each other as adults.
Not just love each other because we’re related. Actually enjoy spending time together.
And the older I get, the more I realize that doesn’t happen by accident.
It takes effort. Time. Energy. Coordinating schedules. Buying plane tickets. Group texts. Deciding where to stay. Figuring out meals. Spending money you could probably justify saving instead.
But every single year we finish the trip saying the same thing: “We needed that.”
This year especially.
It was our first Mother’s Day without our mom, which made the timing of the trip feel strangely perfect. Less sad than being alone with our own thoughts. More healing than I expected. Just being together felt important.
There was hiking. Pool floating. Hot tub sitting. Crime documentaries. Coffee. Sun. Giggles. Silence when we needed it.
Basically my ideal vacation now is active enough to feel alive, relaxing enough to require zero recovery from the actual vacation.
Although.
There was one minor issue.
By “minor” I mean I accidentally grabbed someone else’s suitcase at the Las Vegas airport. Whoops…but in my defense it was the EXACT SAME SUITCASE and apparently neither of us believed in luggage tags.
A casual four hour round trip back to the Vegas airport solved the problem and let’s just say luggage tags were waiting for me in my mailbox when I got home because the universe enjoys immediate lessons and I am a lifelong learner.
Vacation always puts things into perspective for me in a way regular life just doesn’t.
A few things I re-learned this week:
- I really love home.
- My stomach really loves home.
- I genuinely love my work because I never dread coming back to it.
- Active vacations with pools and hot tubs are elite.
- Quiet decompression time after vacation should be considered a human right.
The rest of May is actually pretty quiet for me in terms of events and forward-facing things and honestly… I’m grateful for it.
A little less output.
A little more recovery.
A little more unpacking, laundry, plants, blogging, cooking at home, and sitting in my own chair with my own coffee cup.
Sometimes the reset is the productive thing.
Hope you’re finding little pockets of recovery too.
