Being Grounded

Remember when you were young and you did something to royally piss your parents off?  Remember their response?  YOU’RE GROUNDED!

Back then, that phrase was likely met with eyes rolled so far back into your head that you could see the back of your skull and either a loud puff of air that would rival a leaky tire or some sarcastic remark about how lame your parents are.  I think the message that was missed, likely on both Team Parent and Team Kid is that grounding is actually not a punishment. Or at least it’s not supposed to be. It’s supposed to be a time where you stop, listen to your inner-self and think about your choices, decisions, and the path ahead of you.

I need to be grounded. No, wait…I want to be grounded.

We are planning a trip to Tofino in the next couple of weeks and I’m so looking forward to it. I’m considering leaving my electronics behind (*gasp*) and bringing my old fashioned paper journal and a pen, maybe even a pencil! I would like to sit on the beach with my face turned up to the sun and just feel it. Let the sunshine soak into my being. I would like to be up early enough to watch the sun rise above the water and marvel in it’s beauty. I would like to listen to my children laughing and playing on one of the most beautiful beaches in the world and not be interrupted by the ever-present sound of an incoming text message.

Basically, I want to hit the pause button and, for four days, be present. I want to be with my family, be with people I love and cherish. Be surrounded by nature and soak it all up. My soul needs this. It needs to reconnect with nature and the beauty in the world around it.  I need to reconnect with my family and just watch them in all of their beauty.  I need to be around my friends and watch them interact and marvel at the amazing network of people we have around us. I need this and I’m looking forward to it.

I hope that I come back with some excellent blogfodder to share with you.

Can you believe this is where I get to be? 

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