“I am looking forward to this weekend,” I said to my husband back in late May. Before he got a chance to ask the question I read on his face – or at least I thought I did – I answered: “These events are well planned, I want to be with other women, and I like the theme of the retreat.”
He needed this explanation because most of the time I procrastinate when travelling; putting off packing, checking every room in the house too many times before leaving, and needing that one more cup of coffee when I should be backing out of my driveway. And I never forget to mention that I would rather stay at home.
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