Vacation All I Ever Wanted

I want to pick up and go. drive just to see where I end up. Sometimes I feel choked by all the obligations and expectations of life, and I want to revert to summers past, when I spent all day reading books in the perfectly-shaped-for-sitting V in my tree out front of our bungalow in Berwyn. All night running around the neighborhood barefooted playing Ghost in the Graveyard. I seem now to only have time for things I don't want to do, and all the spare time I have is spent doing things that make me feel schlubby, like watching cruddy television, endlessly surfing paparazzi websites, and eating. yuck! Why is my motivation to sit outside, wake up early and take a walk, or read a good book just not there lately? I think it's in part because I allow myself to become overwhelmed with the things I 'have' to do, such as working in the understaffed bakery and cleaning the house, and am too exhausted to do anything else but fritter away my brain cells. So if I could learn to stress less, I could spend more time enjoying the summer and my life in general.