I'm making progress on my revision work, which is a good thing, because I have to get it submitted this week. Wish me luck.
Last weekend, I went camping with a friend. Let's just say, it was a bit frustrating. For some reason, they really wanted to visit all these swimming "holes" they'd used as a kid. Okay, I can definitely see visiting a swimming hole, taking a nice swim. Good. But then they wanted to visit another. And another.
In the end, I was irritated at myself that I'd gone camping with them. I'd have been happy with staying at our campsite and spending a relaxed morning rather than visiting swimming holes here and there. But yes, each was beautiful.
I think it's maybe because I'm at a point where I don't feel a strong attachment to any place from my childhood, really. None are "mine" in any sense, and I've come to terms with not going back. I think my friend, though, if having some family issues, and going back to places that made them happy as a kid is a way of dealing.
I went paddle boarding today, and did better than I've done before. I was able to do it long enough that my arms as well as my legs started getting tired.
And that's the week that was. This week, I need to work on those revisions and just get them done. Period.