Every so often, life gets chaotic enough that I need to call a truce, a time-out. Too many obligations, too many dust bunnies, too much stress – I’m not myself anymore, and mama needs some sunshine.
We got back Tuesday night from eight days in my Happy Place, and I feel like I rebooted. I’m not sure the majority of my restored good attitude wasn’t due merely to the fact that I wasn’t cold anymore, or that the inside of my dried-out nasal passages no longer felt like I had stuffed porcupines up there, but i’m betting the beach and the family time had a little something to do with it.
Really, how often do members of our go-go modern society really get to check the heck out? To reduce the magnitude of our daily decision-making to whether to have a Corona or a rum punch before watching the sun set? Unspeakable luxury has nothing to do with white tablecloths and marble vanities, and everything to do with the freedom of mind to let go.
Our vacation distilled life down to the essence: a place to lay your head, a spectacular view, modern plumbing, good food, plenty of outdoor activities, swimming, and time with my family. No computers, no phones, no TV or video games… read a book and fall asleep to the crickets and the surf at 9:45. Wake up with the sun, HUNGRY, eat a big breakfast (prepared and cleaned up after by someone else, v. important), spend all day exploring (or, hey, napping) in the sun, eat more good food, go to bed. Repeat.
If you haven’t taken a break in a while, I really urge you to try it. Get a massage. Go out for a meal. Take the afternoon off. Take the week off. Try something new and scary. Reassess what you really need to be happy. Grouchy is no way to go through life. It’ll feel like a different world when you get back, I promise.
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