Last week I diagnosed our family with the worst case of spring fever I've ever seen...well...at least since last spring.
We had that strange fusion of restlessness and boredom that leaves your days spinning out while you are holding on with both hand, but your feet are flying out from underneath you. It could be fun, but when you aren't ready for it, mostly its just disorienting.
Here is what I know so far, if we need a reset, we mostly need to unsettle ourselves first.
Yeah, you too?
Therefore, a getaway.
I require very specific things of our destination for these kinds of adventures. Places far away from any sort of planned activity, with tons of room to roam, and no expectations for me to build up.
There is something about being somewhere a just a little wilder than we are that calls out something a little more transcendent than the daily digging of the civilized world can offer us.
So we grabbed a cabin in the Colorado Rockies and set ourselves free for the weekend. It was just what the doctor ordered. Because really, when I take a few steps back from the daily, I can see how far we have really come. When the kids step out of the expected, I can see their creativity shine.
Bonus: As we hiked near our cabin the first day there, we discovered that someone had already put together a little teepee. I pretty much only ever saw my kids again at mealtimes, and while I was watching them haul supplies. It was glorious for all of us.
The kids munch snow on the side of a trail while we hiked in our t-shirts. We danced in white flurries one morning, and ran in the rain the next morning.
We stayed up late and played games and the kids fell asleep on sprawled out in the living room while I read aloud to them.
Maybe these trips are less to settle their wild hearts and more to call out the wild in mine. To remind me that things don't always have to be done a certain way. That there is growth in freedom and beauty beyond the bounds of productivity.
So this is the cure for the fever, freedom.