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I look forward to this fair every year. I had the calendar marked, I had an alert set. I love the event for the location, the eclectic and charged atmosphere, the fact that it is early enough in the season where it isn't too hot so the walking is mostly agreeable.In many ways it is the event of the season.
Yet, I didn't go. Despite the excitement over the idea, even as I had a pang of nostalgia for a visit two years ago and I discovered she didn't have work, even as art fairs is one of a few venues I don't mind attending alone, I didn't go.
And for the first time in quite some time, I didn't beat myself up for missing an event that I had planned (even if loosely) to attend. I wake up this Monday morning feeling satisfied over the amount of chores completed and the balance of fun and relaxation achieved this weekend.
The season has just begun and there are many fairs on the horizon. Some I will make. Some, I won't.
And it shall be fine. There is always a plan B (or C, D, etc. ) I must continue to embrace the moment, listen to my body, and take special care.
Happy Monday All.
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