I took a 2 1/2 hour vacation today. Alone. And it was lovely.
This may not seem very notable, but let me assure you, it is – for a couple reasons.
First, I can’t remember the last time I did such a thing. Yes, I go to the grocery store alone or an occasional errand, but for the most part – especially during the summer – someone is always with me. And not only is someone always with me, but whatever it is we’re doing is for that person. Taxiing back and forth to practices, rehearsals, the dentist, the orthodontist, the doctor … I could go on but I won’t. While none of these alone drives me crazy, the steady, seemingly never ending list sometimes has the potential to drive me over the edge.
So what’s a mom to do when she feels like she’s living everyone else’s life but her own? She gets away, right? Let me assure you, the thought has crossed my mind. I’ve researched all kinds of retreats and getaways. They all, however, seem to come back to the same limitations – time and money. Oh – and the fact that I’m not a huge fan of traveling. I love being in new places, but getting ready and getting there often leave me deciding that staying home is a better option. (Let me say here, my husband is more than supportive of me taking a little vacation. It’s usually my own “inner voice” that shuts it down before it happens.)
The fact remains, though, that I still feel the need to have a little alone time. Go somewhere of MY choosing, do what I want to do there, for as long as I want to do it, and leave when I’m ready. So as I was driving home from church, I had an idea. The art museum. Yes, I could go to the art museum. I’m not on call to take anyone anywhere for the afternoon. Robert would be home. And the best part? It’s free on Sundays. I brought it up to Robert and he immediately knew what his answer should be. He’s a smart guy. When I told my girls good-bye they asked where I was going. When I told them they said, “Alone? Without me?” And as hard as it was to say, my answer was, “Yes. Alone. By myself.” A smile and a kiss and I was out the door.
Let me tell you there was still that little voice that tried to talk me out of it. Somehow even an afternoon seemed selfish. But once I was in the car I was positively giddy. I couldn’t wait to get there and walk around experiencing the artwork and taking pictures. (Yes, contrary to what the older gentleman next to me in the first gallery asked his wife, you can take pictures in a museum. At least this one. As long as you don’t use a flash.)
Here are some of my favorites …
This was part of an outdoor Alice in Wonderland chess set.
So was this. I'm crazy for the crazy look in this cat's eyes.
A display of American coverlets
I fell in love with this little girl. Her name is Lady Gertrude Fitzpatrick and the painting is called "Collina" by Sir Joshua Reynolds.
There was an exhibit of works by a Columbus artist named Aminah. These all represent different spirituals.
Amazing Grace
Another piece by Aminah
"Endeavor" by Lino Tagliapietra
Dale Chihuly ... love love love.
Glass and stone
More Chihuly
And some more ... did I mention I love his work?
As I was driving home, I realized how glad I was I took the time for an afternoon to myself. And how less traumatic it was on everyone than I thought it would be. Maybe I don’t need to go away and spend a weekend or a week alone (mind you, I’m not taking that off the table – it just doesn’t seem quite so urgent.) Maybe a few hours every couple of weeks would do wonders for me. Maybe it would do wonders for my family. Because as hard as it is to admit sometimes, my mother’s example of giving every minute of every day to every one else may not be the best example for me to live by.
Sometimes … once in a while … a person needs to be herself. For herself. And no one else.
And when she does, she may even start to feel a little like Julius Caesar …
I went where I wanted to go. I saw what I wanted to see. I read everything I wanted to read. For as long as I wanted to stand there.
Then I had ice cream.
It was quite a lovely day.
~mwe
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