Thanksgiving. I could have slept in late, brewed my longed for espresso while catching the morning news; maybe pruned the rose bushes while my little ones hit the see-saw. That would have been practical and maybe even well deserved considering my chaotic work life at the moment.
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Alas, I’m the girl who needs to be on the move; for now that is. I’m still waiting for a reason to slow down.
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Having worked many hours for the day job and cramming in late hours for women interviews , I crashed by the time I hung my hat at home. Barely rested, stickey eyes, (slept-in contact lens, rare circumstance when that happens), I pulled a cold shower, packed the overnight bags and crafted an adventurous scene to my critters of the impromptu train journey we were about to make.
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They cheered me on with a loud: “Yayyyyy!” and just like that, the three of us were off.
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Munchkins (below)– soaking in the Hudson Valley on their way to see their Aunt. 
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Me – (behind the camera) sipping my tea in quiet meditation on the choo choo train. These stolen moments are when I do my best deep thinking.
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There’s something to be said about being in transit, going to the next place, what or who may be waiting on the other side…
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My kids are not going to remember the home cooked meals I had no time to make.
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They’ll recall the journeys we took together and their spontaneous imperfect mom who showed them a life that was far from boring.
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I’ll take it.
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