Thursday; February 18
I love to travel. In fact, I think that was why 2020 was so difficult on me – I couldn’t go on a couple of trips we had hoped. Not only do I like to travel, I like to plan travel. I am one of those people who will spend hours trying to find the best deals, the best flights, the best accommodations. It is sort of an odd version of hide-and-seek. Now, while I enjoy the game, I also find that I can get overwhelmed by it. With so many choices, I tend to find it hard to make a decision. Interestingly, it’s not that there aren’t ample choices, my problem is that there are a lot of choices – I just want to make the best one. If I am not careful, I get to the point where the fun and games of travel planning turn into anxiety. Isn’t that silly? Yes, it is … except on those nights when I am up to all hours of the morning trying the find the perfect selection. Now, the reason I share this with you – in addition to be a confession – is that I came across a good reminder the other day.