First working Monday of the year and I groan, where did the vacay go? I feel like I need a vacay from the Christmas vacay. It's because when you're with family, especially if you're a woman of a certain age like I am (farther and farther from 58 and nearer 59), several roles are played simultaneously, sometimes strenuously: wife, mother, grandma. The last is the most fun because the strain is physical, and it provides all the exercise I need, including soul-boosting laughing breaks.
The next time I'll have for myself is in transit--when I move back to the world of work. During that trip to that world, I shall be a faceless passenger in the bus with lots of alone time. Then I'll get to know "youself" better again. It'll be fun, too.
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