You know, sometimes we need a break in life. Whether you're a mom, a blonde, a friend, or a sister—no matter what your role is—every now and then, you need to take a break for your mental health.
In any case, I need one. So I browse the Internet looking for a trip to the South. I even go so far as to pick a date and enter my information. Of course, my bank account won’t allow it, so I decide to find a small hotel that offers massage therapy, a cozy bed, and a hearty breakfast. Once again, I choose a date, some extras, and the largest room. When it comes time to pay, I give up yet again—my Visa He doesn't want to. So I decide to treat myself to a break with whatever resources I have. It's a sunny Saturday afternoon in the fall, and my boyfriend is in a good mood. I ask him to stay with the kids while I take some time for myself.
I have twenty dollars. I'm leaving home in my car, which is full of toast, toys, and baby benches. I spend $18 on gas, and with the change, I treat myself to a large two-for-two. It's a start.
I'm heading toward Highway 20. As soon as I get on the ramp, I feel free. I flip through the radio stations looking for THE song. So I listen to Céline Dion, Jean Leloup, and of course the Backstreet Boys. I sing at the top of my lungs GET DOWN, the volume turned all the way up until the speakers start to crackle.
I’m not driving very fast—maybe 110 km/h. My mind wanders, thinking about everything and nothing; the sun streaming through the window warms my cheeks. I proudly wear my cheap sunglasses. I take a big sip of my hot coffee, a luxury I don’t often treat myself to. I breathe deeply, I look at the road—everything is so calm in my big car. My mind clears, I unwind, and I feel at peace with myself. I watch the cars passing me by and imagine the lives of their occupants. I read every sign I come across, the funny town names and the attractions on offer. I relax.
I head home before the gas gauge hits empty. When I get home, I’m so happy to see my kids, the toys scattered on the floor, and my partner, who’s just as happy to see me—even though I’d only been gone for an hour and a half.
A coffee on Highway 20—that’s all I needed. A week in the South, where extravagant indulgences aren’t necessary. Just $20 to clear my head and make myself feel good.