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Sometimes ya gotta take a step back...

I'm single. We all know that. Sometimes it sucks but for the most part I'm enjoying my freedom. I'm able to come and go as I please. Well...within reason. I need to make sure that my kids are either with me or being taken care of. I get to go on a cruise and I didn't have to talk to a man to see if he would be okay with it. I just called and put my deposit down. I'm hoping to go to New York for a mini vacation in February. No one to ask if he is okay with it. I'm just doing it. Then we get to GWO. I started the "tradition" with the trip we took this year. I thought it would be a good thing for all of us to get together at least once a year. To be women instead of mom's. Little did I know that what I thought was a good idea would end up causing me more stress than is necessary. I'm not going to get into the why's and what for's. It stresses me out and brings me to tears.

I've canceled the GWO for 2010. Well...I've canceled it for me. The rest of my friends can get together if they want to. I can't control that. What I can control is what I do. I choose to not be involved for the next GWO. I choose to not be the planner again. When I get comments like "I don't care where you choose. I just can't wait to go" and then when I do choose a place that has everything everyone was requesting I get "Isn't that too far to drive?" even though the first place I had picked was much further and that one was okay. I wasted way too much time and energy on finding a perfect place. I won't do it again.

GWO is a good concept. It is just a concept that I won't be in charge of again. If someone else doesn't take it over then GWO will be nothing more than a pleasant memory of 2009.

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