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R is for Rest

Rest is a word that has not been in my vocabulary for a while; at least not as something that I actively practiced. I am learning what it means, and I think that I rather enjoy it. It is nice to know that when I get sick I can rest a bit without anyone trying to ensure that I cannot rest at all. The six months or so have had a single constant, that is that I am doing better without my last husband than I ever did with him.

We are both happier. It saddens me to see that my little girl has never been truly happy before but now we are both learning what rest is and we are taking the time to learn when to say enough is enough. We are spending our time at parks, eating out on occasion and window shopping. I must say that we are truly enjoying ourselves. The rest is easier to achieve now that we don't have appointments every day or even once a week.

The fact that over the last six months we have reduced the amount of appointments that we have is something that both of us got used to rather quickly. We will be returning to our regular routine of appointments in a month or so but until then we are going to continue enjoying not having to go anywhere unless we want to.

We are going to investigate these things called vacations that I have heard so much about over the years. I think we're over due for one, it's just a matter of figuring out where to go and what we're going to do. It won't be a long vacation, or one that is very far away but we're going to make the most of it. It could be something as simple as spending a few nights in a local hotel but whatever it is we are going to enjoy it.


Learning how to rest is one of the most fun lessons that I have had in my lifetime.  

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