I am getting bored with being on vacation and look forward to getting back to work. I have had. I pay for the past week. They are nice houseguests, easy to have around and yet I still am focused on them and not doing any of my usual activities.not that I couldn't but more that I just don't.  Of course the activity that disappears is exercise and eating right.  Both of which make me feel good. This seems to be a common occurrence among my friends and on the blogs. Why dose stop doing the things that make us feel best when we need them most?

Reading Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed. Each letter takes me deep into my past where I consider the impact of certain incidents on my life's progress. She mentions Adrienne Rich's poem Splittings which through a circuitous route brought me to starting this blog. The last line of that poem is "I choose to love this time for once with intelligence".  That means to me that I can choose how I respond to situations rather than allowing my learned emotional reaction dictating that response.  Love does have a cerebral element that enriches the emotional.