Unpacking my sleeping bag, I found a pair of slippers my daughter must have left when she last borrowed it. I can use them! It's pretty frosty in here. I'm told it's hot upstairs.
Great time with my cousin, his wife, and their friends (two other couples). They're all really nice, fun people. We're in a nice house off Silverado Trail. Pool, hot tub, fire pit, air-conditioning. (Very important.)
I noticed something different about myself. When I was with them, I wasn't thinking about me at all...in the sense that I felt no discomfort whatsoever amongst these people I don't know. (I barely know my cousin). I wasn't wondering what anyone thought of me. I was just being.
Turns out that freed up a lot of mental space to be able to remain present, and not feel as though I needed to retreat or rest from it all. I enjoyed where I was, and what was going in, at all times.
Free to be me. Whatever that is. I'm quite certain I don't know. I think it's best that way. Defining myself is far too limiting. I'm just going to be, and see what shows up.