Reading my first draft…it was…it was a journey. A slog. A thrill. A roller coaster. A relief. I went through so many distinct moods and stages that I was reminded of the classic stages of grief.

Why does vacation feel so good? Daily life can feel so frenzied, so rushed. Like there’s always something more to do. Then you go on vacation and whoosh. All that buzzing energy melts away.

What happens when you’re forced to rest?