I used to be curious as to how some individuals would throw a small toddler fit when vacation would end. It was as though their escape from reality should be permanent, which oddly enough would become their reality, so they would need a vacation to escape their alternate reality. It is a tangled web. Here is my view on vacations…….I enjoy them, but at the end of the week, I am looking forward to going home. For me, it ends up being the perfect balance.
My life is not perfect. It is messy, complicated, confusing, and I love it. Everything about it from paying bills (because that means I have stuff like electricity, a home, water, etc) to doing laundry adds some simplicity to a world full of complications. My little world isn’t extravagant or overly exciting, but it does present me with an abundance of choices and ways to make it even richer.
What I find most interesting is that even on vacation, I formulate a routine. A routine, for me, gives me a blanket of security. It doesn’t mean that I am rigid, but I love my mornings of grabbing my steaming hot cup of coffee, sitting on the balcony overlooking the ocean and writing. It is calming, soothing, and almost like an emotional retreat from the everyday schedules, errands, and chores. I immerse myself in the week of non-activity and rejuvenate my spirit. At the end of the week, I will pack up and anticipate getting back to my cozy home with my fur babies. I will enter the world rested with a willingness to continue loving the life that I have created. There is never a need for me to escape, but a small break does wonders for the soul.