It was barely a month ago that my family and I traveled to Cuba for a vacation.
This is what that looked like:
Fun, relaxing, sometimes stressful. (Actually, very stressful for the first three days. More about that here.)
But now that we have been back for a few weeks and life has settled back in (or taken over, depending on how you look at it), it’s hard to believe we were ever away.
This seems like a dream:
Late nights, late mornings, afternoon naps on the beach, no cooking, daily entertainment, lots of time to write. All these things are distant memories.
How quickly Life Takes Over again. How quickly we all settled back into the stress that engulfed us just before we left. How does one hang onto the sweet relaxing state that encompassed us while in Cuba (the state that settled over us after the first few days, that is)?
I’ll take any suggestions you’re willing to throw out.