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Glad to be home


 Vacationing with a few "extra" people obviously changes everything.

I had a good time.  I'm not used to sharing Doug and Jen.  We have gone on vacation together for the past 3 years, and many long weekends.  We have a flow, a vibe, a natural ease.  Add a few people, along with a 17 year old boy and a fussy mother...........it's gonna be a different vibe.

I watch.  I see.  And i adjust how i feel about people quietly.  I celebrate differences because that is the spice of life.  I also see when people act small, when they aren't gracious, and act entitled.

I know when someone isn't on solid footing with themselves, be that good or bad.

HOWEVER, i was at my favorite home, with my favorite couple on a beautiful beach with perfect weather and I could never ask for more.  I let a lot go, took a lot of "naps" when i felt like my tongue may be forked......and pretty much vacationed as i usually do.  

Would i do it again?  Not in the group.  With Doug and Jen, absolutely, but my favorite part of vacation this year was before everyone else got there.  I was happy we invited Ed, because we've all missed him and glad he was able to come.  He is just out of a relationship so no further explanation needed there.  We have history, but have never "dated" as much as Doug and Jen would like us to.  I don't see it happening.  He has a different agenda for relationships that i have grown out of.  

I don't want to share.  Nor do i want to change anyone.

I watch.  I see.  And i remove myself from situations rather than stress about it.  

Something i've learned about myself is that boundaries are something i never had, and now that i do.....i'm extremely protective of them.  

I love everyone on this trip, and yet, i'm VERY happy to be home.  A nice little reset before going back to work with my boss at half time, possible layoffs in the future, and a new "boss" i need to learn.  

I'm tan, i'm happy and rested, and i'm grateful to have peace in my life.  New situation at work, completely single and unattached, my whole life ahead of me.  Life is good. 

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