The silliness of being stressed out as I rushed somewhere to relax wasn’t lost on me, but there I was anyway, feeling my blood pressure rise when we had to run over to an ATM because our place to relax only took cash.
We were in a hurry to fit in tubing down a river after my husband got back late from a morning commitment, and we had an evening thing scheduled for later.
As great as summer vacation is, I am usually guilty of trying to fit in “one more thing” as I see the days before I return to work slipping away.
I had last gone tubing 25 years ago, with the man who would become my husband, on one of our very first dates.
I never forgot that peaceful, easy feeling of floating weightless in the cool water with summer sunshine above me and not a care in the world. In slow sections of the river, I closed my eyes and floated so calmly that I couldn’t tell in which direction I was traveling, just a seamless, blissful drift.
I suffer from insomnia occasionally, and one of my best shots for getting back to sleep is to put myself in that tube again, empty my mind, and drift. I can sometimes melt into the mattress and find sweet sleep again.
As pleasing as the tubing was, 25 years went by without a return.
Then I was finally there again, feeling stressed, bickering with my husband, children brought along this time while I tried to squeeze in a bit more summertime fun.
I plopped awkwardly into the tube on the river’s edge and felt the water envelop me. It was that perfect temperature, warm enough to be relaxing, cool enough to be refreshing. I started to drift.
Within a few minutes, I was laughing, spinning, holding hands with my husband and my kids, leaning back and closing my eyes without a care in the world.
#86 (101 things in 1001 days): Go tubing down the Farmington River with my kids.