Yesterday, my bear convinced me to play hookie with him. 2013 has been a rough year so far. I hate to say that because I know so many others have "real" problems, but in the end I feel how I feel. J's health, the never ending housing search, and just the regular "do I like what I'm doing/where am I going with my life/am I really happy?" questions that are always there. #firstworldproblems (as the cool kids would say on Twitter) for sure, but still "problems" nonetheless.
So. We played hookie. A small break from reality. It was J's last day before returning back to work after a big life event, and he asked me to go play with him. I hesitated for a minute, because I feel that lately, I've been very absent at work and I'm gunning (or I think I am?) for a promotion. But we always joke about spending a luxurious, or so it feels, day away from work together, and this time he meant it. We lazed in bed. Had wine with lunch. Went to the Exploritorium and well, explored like kids. We planned our summer vacations, so that we had more days to happily anticipate. We ate dinner in and stayed up too late because we both didn't want the day to end. It was the true definition of a mental health day.
Snapped on our Embarcadero walk
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