I feel like I need to get away. Not that I have a place in mind or the financial resources to “get away” it’s just an innate desire—actually not really a “need.”
I feel like summer came and went. Without the opportunity to “go and do” with the family very much, I’m feeling like we need a small family “weekend away.” Again, not that I have a place in mind, or the financial resources. The kids probably wouldn’t object to the idea, but they probably don’t feel the “need” like I do.
Feelings are weird. Just because we typically feel something doesn’t always legitimize necessity.
Feelings are fickle.
I need a new couch. I don’t “feel” like I want a new couch, I need one.
I feel like I am in a funk. I have no reason to be in a funk, it is just a feeling, for now, for today.
Perhaps a good trip to the couch store, with the family, followed by a great dinner, and an overnight stay at the local KOA would take care of all my current funks and feelings.
Maybe, I should just count my blessings and quit complaining.
What a thought.