


It seems there is a universal conspiracy against me taking a detour for a few hours?
It isn’t my imagination because I’ve tested the theory more than once. It happens after everyone else has been satisfied. I’ll tip-toe toward my detour (reading in a quiet room, nibble on the dark chocolate I’ve hidden) when someone comes looking for me.
The pressure is building for me to find time away. To have others detour ME .
No longer does it appeal to me to be the super-caregiver, cook and problem solver. It’s much more rewarding to see other’s excel ahead and figure out the road without my 2cents.
The detour theme is perfect for my August. I want to feel the silence, and hear the quiet....
Wish me luck!