Tomorrow I am on vacation. It is a retreat with some friends not the whole family. Retreat is a perfect name for it, because it is about time for me to admit that I’m outnumbered and overwhelmed. I need to get to a place where I’m not struggling to survive so that I can assess what to do next. A well executed retreat is often the key to winning the war.

Not that my life is a war. It isn’t. No one is being injured and the enemy is stress, most of which I piled on myself. But getting away to reassess is going to be very good. I’ve always wanted to go on a retreat, particularly a retreat with other writers. I’m glad I finally get the chance.