Faulty GPS

Dear Friends,

The GPS inside my head is worse than the one in my ex-husband's car, it keeps recalculating and recalculating! Finally, an hour ago, the little voice was able to take me where I needed to be, at the corner of understanding and acceptance. 

I realized that I definitely wasn't going to get rich on substitute teaching pay, thus no need to stress over finding assignments. One day here, one day there (with plenty of advanced notice), planning or executing other teacher's plans will suffice to keep my creative mind on her toes.

The last few days have also taught me that my son doesn't need 24-hour supervision. He just wants my support, and maybe a couple of home-cooked meals. Thus, no need to take his pulse every two minutes.

As far as "vacationing" goes, Oprah says, you have to look after yourself, before you can take care of others. Thus, today, sitting on a massage-chair, getting a pedi, followed by a long-overdue visit with a friend, was exactly what the guru had advised.

Tonight, in my home away from home, adorned with wifi, I believe that what I thought would be "the best of both worlds" can still be. I feel calm, confident and positive. It could be the cheap white wine talking, or the thrill of returning to the lake tomorrow.
I'm sure my faithful faulty GPS will be only too happy to recalculate, if need be.