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One of the things we have to recognize in all aspects of our lives is our limits. That includes travel limits, even when you’re a seasoned traveler. It’s crucial to take note of that point when something usually enjoyable tips over into not-so-fun. That’s where I find myself after relocating my Georgia HQ, leaving for a trying six-week, 10,000-mile roadtrip, followed quickly by a long weekend excursion to Cumberland Island.
Don’t get me wrong, I thrive on travel. It puts the wind in my sails. But moving and getting re-established in a new home on top of these wonderful adventures has put me over the edge. It has spread me too thin.
Recognizing that limit, I made the very tough choice to postpone a much needed dose of the Great Smoky Mountains so I can get my feet under me. With Fred and George off in Florida, I had the notion to sneak away for a solo adventure. But the reality is that as much as the Smokies fill my soul, my more pressing need is to regroup at HQ and catch my breath.
So I leave you with this as the weekend approaches: Sometimes to need to give yourself space to unfurl.
For fast-acting relief try slowing down.
Lily Tomlin

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