places to rest

Monday morning. I am tired, and I don't think I can do a thing with myself. There were grand ambitions of "wake up! work out! start the day right!" and yet, here I am. Tired. Like, zombie tired. No good.

But over the last few days, I would wake up refreshed! Rejuvenated! Not a care in the world! And you know why? I was in my family's new vacation home in the mountains. Best rest I've had in ages. See that picture up there? View from the front porch. Bliss.

Where is your "happy place"? Where do you find peace and rest?