“I am both excited and terrified,” I confided. “Everyone
seems to think that it is all going to be fun and games in the hot, hot sun.” I
sighed, remembering the week or two that I had thought the same thing.
Sunshine, humidity, the ocean, dancing, bright colors, three toed sloths—I had
been seduced. “But what they don’t seem to realize is the sheer amount of work
it will be. It’s not like I am sitting on a beach every day. My time will be
filled with classes, strange customs, misunderstandings, and who knows what
else! It gives me a headache just thinking about it.”
I sighed again, wondering if it really was the right choice.
“And then there is the issue of leaving my kids at home. I’ve never been away
from them for more than a week and that has only happened once. They want to
talk to me every day and I’ve promised that they can do that, but it will be
detrimental to my adjustment. I want to tell them that it isn’t an option anymore,
but that isn’t an option either.”
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. There was a brief moment
of silence. “Stop talking to yourself!” I finally said as the voices of my
family floated through the door.
*** Daily Writing Practice
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