A weekend away together is just what the doctor ordered. Our trifecta is only three months old, but feels so much older, due to (minimally) tumult in all of our professional lives. Somehow, someway my women dissolve the hurt in me, and restore me to my best. Today is a Monday, and for me that means back to work and management responsibilities. I'd been having somewhat of a crisis of conscience lately, doubting myself. That's a big no-no for someone who is paid to lead.It was a quick trip, leaving Saturday morning and returning Sunday afternoon. We lingered in the room, hung out at the pool, enjoyed some wine, enjoyed each other. In loving my women, I rediscover myself and the amazing things I am capable of. My confidence soars. It affects every corner of my being,
and it is noticed by everyone with whom I spend time. And also, with my women and in a desert town, I detatch from my work and my troubles easily and completely. I relax like I cannot relax with anyone else, anywhere else. I think we will need to get away like this about once a month.
Thank you, ladies, Red is back on his game. Here's to the next three months!
It was surprising how quickly we each disengaged from the (cumulatively-not-so-minimal) stress of the week before. I think by the time we hit the pool we were in that place.
ReplyDeleteBetween not having to hide our connection, and focusing on our individual and joint needs and desires, we get to really savor who we are and how much we love each other, when we get away like that. Thanks for making it happen, y'all...