Robert and I leave Thursday for a true dream trip, our "P2" trip to Paris and Prague. We'll be in Paris on our own and in Prague with family. We are grateful beyond words to The Grandmothers, who will be holding down the fort with the three amigos. We're also thankful for our village of teachers, carpoolers, Brownie leaders, bus drivers, childcare providers, and surrogate grandparents who will care for them faithfully in our absence.
It feels very indulgent, even selfish, to be gone from them for a trip like this.
Then again... this wild and precious life is the only one we get.
I don't intend to blog while I'm there, but I have pre-set some posts to go live while I'm gone, and I was thinking I might post a photo or two while over there. We'll see.
I've written here about my work with The Happiness Project. Rubin is big on monthly resolutions, which I call intentions because it sounds a little more gracious and less rigid. I have a couple of intentions for the trip:
1. To have a "splendidly imperfect" trip. The term comes from the writer/artist SARK. In this context, it reminds me that snafus happen and that it's OK and can be the beginning of an adventure. It also reminds me to live more fully in this experience, even if it means risking a faux pas. (I am nervous that we don't know the language, and I can already predict that I will mistakenly lapse into Spanish in my effort to communicate.)
2. To experience the trip "Sabbathly," that is, to be more about soaking things up rather than checking them off.
3. To spend quality time with Robert.
Robert and I have been amused to find our roles reversed for this trip. He is a P on the Myers-Briggs; I am a J. And yet this time around, he has been the primary driver on making plans, and I have felt very reluctant to do any planning at all, preferring to let our intuition and mood guide us. Part of that is because preparing our household for 10 days of smooth functioning is about all I can handle logistically.
Part of it is also the demon of perfectionism. I'm the procrastinating sort of perfectionist, which means I get stuck in my head, where everything can still be theoretically perfect. (Can I get an Amen?) There is no way we will be able to "do Paris well" in five days, so why even try? Heck, the Louvre alone is said to take 9 months!
This becomes a self-defeating attitude. Without at least a smidgen of planning, we will miss some cool stuff. So we have some general ideas of things we want to do, but will see how the weather and our energy levels guide us each day. I think we have met in the middle as we almost always do---it's just funny that we started on opposite sides of the organizational divide this time.
Are you a planner while on vacation? Do you set goals or intentions?
And is there an adventure (far-flung or close to home) that your wild and precious life is calling you to?