I'm writing this after 3 glasses of wine. I would never drink 3 glasses of wine on my own time, at home.
But I'm on a mini-vacation, which means I have vacation super powers- cool things I can do that I can't (or don't) do at home.I don't take vacation often. I don't take breaks! I kinda like what I do.
Vacations are for sissies. Or the permanent vacation type- retired, maybe on a yacht somewhere exotic...or the loser with #nogoals. I'm neither.
I do, however, manage to consistently underestimate the power of a getaway. I'm a type-A with no particular definition of success- I'll just know it when I reach it and even then my nose will forever be to the grind stone. I'll rest when I'm dead!
This little vacay took place in my home town near Seattle. I left that area a long time ago and never looked back until a big high school reunion brought me (and my kids and husband) back. They enjoyed it so much we've made a yearly trip ever since.
And now...I enjoy it.
If you're like me, you need any forced break/vacation you can get. I'm in my 40's (sh*t don't tell anyone cause no woman is supposed to admit that age, but I'm 3 glasses in..and way past what-the-hell, winding down my last night).
Reality is sneaking up. The tourists are going home. The locals found another place to party. My break is ending. And this stage of my life is just beginning. The stage where I need to get sh*t done! Do or die, baby!
Time now is an investment in the future. The kids need me now. My work still needs some groundwork laid...and did I mention, I never seem to have the time to take a break?
This break was an investment in myself. That's good, right?!
The trip back to my home town represents my childhood, instead of some of my last memories- an 18yr old desperate to get out of dodge.
I had great times here as a kid- getting dirty and dancing freely (barefoot of course). I did both this weekend. Damn that felt good to muck it up with my kids, catching crabs and clams in the sand.
Dancing to a live band into the evening. And ending it all with fireworks right outside our hotel!
It also brought back memories of my early teen years when friends were everything. I met up with friends of the past while I was here. I made friends I'll never see again.
I forgot what it's like to have leisurely conversations with absolutely no motive or objective in sight. We talked about life. People began with their concerns (mostly about where they were in life), but left them behind at the fire pit and with the last drop of wine.
It was like Hotel California without all the mirrors on the ceiling or creepiness factor inspired by The Eagles band.
We all thought we should be more than who we were, but were happy to be where we were...this evening. We have to find happiness in a moment (the present moment)- it's nowhere else...truly.
I took a break from the person I became when I suddenly got serious about life. I was a little bit of the person I really am, or used to be, and some of who I'm totally not...usually.
Typically, I know myself as a driven, hard-core lady, but I am also a goofy, talk-to-strangers, inquisitive wanderer who spends too much of my time running errands, being mom, scouring gluten-free labels, adhering to a schedule, planning, and staring at a computer screen.
Time, kids, money, life- it's all a bunch of trade-offs so make wise investments.
I work because I'm inspired to, but I still need a break and so do you!
I'm passionate about no-nonsense self-improvement. Too many of us are plagued by faulty thought patterns- I aim to change that!