Columbus for the Weekend

A Room with a View

I went to Columbus this weekend

hoping for a weekend away and Columbus was perfect. I thought that maybe I would take in the city, visit a piano bar, drink something fruity and strong, go for a long walk. I was hoping for a bit of fun away from the stress of single-parenting.

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What I got was a whole lot more.

I recommend that when you travel to Columbus, you have a plan. There is so much to do that it can be easy to do nothing. I also recommend finding a hotel that has its own parking garage as the Hyatt Regency charged $30 to valet or $10 and walk several blocks with a suitcase in tow.

The highlight of my trip was spending one quiet hour in the hotel room. It was a fabulous view and super quiet. I sat on the bed eating my allergy-friendly sack lunch. I soaked in the quiet and thought about how insane I was to be in an amazing city but isolating myself to the room.

While sitting in that room I could feel my body relax. That hasn’t happened in a long time. Because of my weird blood pressure issues, I need to find more time to relax. I also need to find ways to have fun. Laughter and relaxation are good reasons to venture down to Columbus.

Another reason I visited Columbus was to hang out with friends

War Wounds

My friend, Julie, is getting her Ph.D. and was required to attend conferences. She invited me to share the hotel expense and hang out for a while. I jumped at the chance. Saturday evening, we met up with Meighen for an hour at the range and drinks after.

The range was a blast – literally. That is until a shell casing hit me in the forehead and caused me to bleed. I’m sure the hunky range safety officer wasn’t amused. Days later I can still see my battle wound.

After shooting, and this is very important AFTER visiting the range – we got a bite to eat and a drink. I, of course, had my standby beer. Julie had water and Meighen had something a bit stronger. We had the best evening just visiting and participating in girl talk.

Meighen said something profound to me in reference to my personal life

    Donna, you are good at living by the rules. You were good in the military and as a minister because you knew the rules and you could  follow them. Now, there are no rules in your life. You don’t know what to do. It’s time for you to make up your own rules.

Thank you, Meighen.

Since that night of girl-talk in Columbus, I have been mulling over those words. My friend was right. I like rules. I was good at following orders and now I don’t know how to act or what to do.

I’m afraid.

It’s time for me to stop being afraid and live by my own set of rules. If I am to live the life of my dreams, it’s time to move


Author: Donna

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