The Definition of Insanity and other weekend adventures.
I just returned from a fabulous weekend away with my family.
We were all sitting around the table for dinner one evening and Max (my sister’s fiance) remarked how ridiculous it is that we need to drive 3 hours away in order to all be together as a family. We all agreed, but it is about being intentional with our time. That is why vacations are so important – to get away from the regular routine and to intentionally carve out space for your loved ones. I was only gone for 2 days, but I feel so much more refreshed than the average weekend.
We joined my father at The Carriage Ridge Resort where he had been staying all week.
In all honesty, I don’t have many pictures of this weekend because it was the furthest thing from my mind, but our rooms looked something like this:
We spent the majority of Saturday snowboarding.
We didn’t really do all that much, which is the best part! I tackled more of my book.
It has been a rough book to work through. Recently, I was lamenting it’s difficulty to a friend and she asked me if the reason if the reason I cannot put down hard books in favour of things I ACTUALLY want to read is a residual affect of my athleticism? The fact that I just do things over and over, even though they suck. (Which is mighty close to the definition of insanity, I may add). I think she is right, I feel a moral obligation to a book to finish it once I have cracked it’s spine.
I have to say, my efforts are being rewarded because at about 250 pages in, it is becoming fabulous. It has been one of those books from the beginning that I couldn’t give up on even though I didn’t know why. (Maybe because my English Major heart would be wounded by the fact that I gave up on a book that won the Booker of Booker prizes.)
Regardless, I read my book.
I had a race and a faux water aerobics class that left me and my siblings laughing so hard we were crying.
We ate some beautiful meals together.
We watched this movie and talked about it:
We fought a little.
And then we made up.
That is the beauty of family and why I am so proud to call them mine.
What did you do this weekend?
Are you one of those people that when you pick up a book, you HAVE to finish it? Or perhaps a tad more level? 😛