A few more days lie ahead of us before the new year arrives. A whole week of nothing pressing on my to-do list. I can edit photos all week in my pajamas, and no one will ever need to know. Netflix shows are binge washed, and getting ahead of myself with work is put on the back burner. Little pangs inside of me wish I came up with the idea earlier of heading to Mexico or Hawaii for this week with my family. But then I realize how good it feels to not have an itinerary. That maybe the ultimate destination is right here, on this couch that I’m sitting on, my mom cooking pancakes in the background, and the television playing George Michael song while I contemplate the moment for what it is. A moment that needs no changing. It can take a lot of guts to be content with your surroundings. To realize that sometimes you don’t need the extra trimmings, the extra space, the comforts that we rely too much on. That something simple is everything you needed all along. That editing and looking at these pictures from Miami from a few weeks ago is the closest thing I’ll be getting to a Mexico or Hawaii vacation this month, and be totally okay with that fact.
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