I'm spending the entire weekend away in a cottage in Snowdonia with my friend Kit, and as I climbed Snowdon yesterday I realised that this is the FIRST TIME I've EVER taken TWO nights away from my kids! That's over 5 years!! 😮
When I set off on Friday afternoon I had the full range of emotions. Mostly GUILT (am I being selfish? Will my hubby be pee'd off with me? Am I damaging my children by leaving?) And WORRY (how will they survive without me? What if there's an accident and I'm not there?)
I had to remind myself why I am taking this trip. Pre-kids I was free-spirited and travelled regularly, heading off on adventures with nothing but a backpack, living and working abroad. I needed to know she was still in there!
We were positively beaming as we set off on our climb in the 7am sunshine yesterday morning. There was brilliant conversation, laughs and ideas pouring out along the way. Last night we sat and chatted for hours and There were tears and laughter. .
I needed this connection, to feel like ME again. I know when I get home I'll be energised and balanced and that will benefit the whole family. A big shout out to hubby for recognising this to be true and giving me the freedom to do it 😘
When was the last time you took time off for you? What part of you is lying dormant?
❤ All the love, Dawn xx