I wasn’t able to blog yesterday and now it seems like I’ve been gone for a week or more. I know the importance of keeping this current for my own motivation. It's late but just like so much else in my life has become, it's worth the effort.
I’ve been feeling a little disconnected this week. Monday was a great day with another loss on the scale and I faced the fact that losing it slow was a GOOD thing. My productivity at work or the lack of it has started to bother me. I have this need in me that it's important to go through this life feeling that I have a purpose and lately at work, I feel like I’m just going through the motions and not contributing much. The economy and my boss’ accident and his not being in the office on a full time basis is the majority of the reason. I took a look at my vacation for the year and saw that I have 18 days left to take. That’s quite a bit to take in less than three months, so I thought I should take a look at the calendar and come up with a plan and hand in a time off request for the remainder of my vacation time. I had put this request on my boss’ desk Monday, with the next personal day I was taking to be Thursday (10/7). The time off did me a world of good. It renewed my spirit. We had no sets plans and ended up on the back roads of Kentucky enjoying the fall colors.
(Kentucky's fall folage)
Gary checked and we were able to get a free hotel night at Belterra on Wednesday. When I came home from work Wednesday, I threw some things in a bag and we took off. On the drive we talked about maybe going to a state park and doing some hiking or visiting some wineries. I got up yesterday morning and found that I failed to pack my tennis shoes, and all I had were the heels that I wore to work, so I knew hiking was out of the question.
(dressed for success maybe, but the feet weren't dressed for hiking)
Our route was very impromptu just using our GPS and it added to the excitement and adventure. We went through a lot of small towns and stopped and had lunch in a small Ohio River town at a place called “Big Daddy’s BBQ”. I needed to go to the bathroom but thought I could hold it when I saw a door that said “SOWS” … I’d rather be a “BORE” … there goes me and associating putting labels on people again.
We did end up visiting a couple of wineries and stayed off the interstate to soak up the local flavor. We had dinner at the oldest tavern in Indiana built in the mid 1800’s. It was a wonderful day and put me in a better frame of mind ready to hit it hard again. I may have done some damage earlier in the week but I know at this point nothing is irrepairable.
(Elk Ridge Winery and Vineyards in Kentucky)