We all need a golden carrot from time to time.
Travel tends to be my golden carrot – the thing that hangs off in the distance, a rich experience that is just sweet enough to convince me to plod along with head down and heavy yoke.
I know I am not alone in this perspective.
The past month has been quite serendipitous; the weekend after I lost my job I jetted off to Southern California with one of my dearest friends. The trip was just what the doctor ordered – R&R, sunshine, and poolside beverage service.
It was better than any medicine.
Two weeks later I hopped back on a plane to head south to Atlanta to see my two Georgia peaches. Nora and Liam, my niece and nephew, celebrate birthdays during the same week in August. A Four-and-two joint birthday party beckoned, complete with a wild and woolly petting zoo and pony rides in the cul-de-sac.
Again, a perfect respite to wash away my worries. Nora and I talked about my globetrotting adventures (aside: I had no idea four-year-olds can hold their own with critical questioning and curiosity aplenty) and Liam was reminded why he often says, “Kay Kay fun.” He’s typically the strong, silent type but has the stunning looks to go with it.
This coming weekend gives rise to more travel. Scott and I are hitting the road with our sights set on Pittsburgh.
Well more different than our last trek to Dubai and Bangkok, I’m excited for another opportunity to get out of dodge and dwell on the distraction of travel.
I’ve gathered a short list of things to explore in Pittsburgh – the Warhol museum, the Mattress Factory Art Museum (thank you for the suggestion, Margy Waller!), the Frick Art and Historical Center, the Duquesne incline and Primanti Bros.
Ever the planner, the time I spend researching a trip is sometimes a greater distraction than the adventure itself. It gives me something to look forward to, something to lose myself in, something to focus on that’s positive.
And sometimes that’s all we need to keep going – a distraction from what’s distracting us.