I enjoy traveling for many reasons, but one of the benefits is that I can see my life from almost a third person perspective. When I am out of town, I can ponder my job, home, friends from a very detached viewpoint…it reallly feels like I can contemplate things more objectively.
Don’t know if you remember it, but back in the 90s there was that woman in san Marcos who shot her sons to death because she was mad at her br, their father. That put me into a severe funk I just could not pull out of. I lost interest in darn near everything. My wife talked me into a trip out of state and as soon as we arrived at our destintion I began to feel better. I could look at it from a detached perspective and not become so emotionally attached to it. The whole topic still tugs at my heart and I still think of those boys every time I drive by that house, but that trip really helped me get back on track by seeing things in an almost third person perspective. I realized I had to get on with life.
