Out of a Rut

I feel light and free. The rut is gone. What did it? Who knows. Maybe a combination of ...

• a hot soak in my clawfoot tub, enhanced by Barefoot Venus' Therapeutic Mustard Bath (from their vintage collection)
• a fabulous group of supportive friends,
• a relaxing but full weekend trip with D. to Gananoque, including a stay at his brother's place in the country, a side jaunt to Picton on a sunny Saturday, a Blue Rodeo concert by the waterfront and a hike to Charleston Lake,
• time spent giggling with Sis,
• time spent with two carefree 18-year-olds, Z. and S., whose energy and laughter can't help but rub off on you.

Whatever did it, I'm grateful. I haven't felt this light since my return to work in May. It's refreshing.

Finally, I'm out of a rut.