My friend asked me if I wanted to go to go with her and a group of mutual friends for Spain in August. I told her only if we can take a ferry to Tangier and spend a day in Morocco.
So this is happening now.
I was saying while in Miami that I need to vacation…not vacation more often, but vacation period. It’s not something that I do. Even Miami was technically a work trip. That’s always been my MO…I don’t visit new places on my own accord, only as a something work-related, on someone else’s dime, and, most unfortunately, on someone else’s time.
I’m determined to take quarterly vacations from now on. Not necessarily as expensive and extensive as Spain and Morocco, but weekends hiding in a mountain bed and breakfast, a week on the beach, a solo whitewater rafting trip…those are things that need to happen.
I feel much closer to normal today than I did the day I left. (We’ll ignore for the moment that my personal “normal” is in reality quite strange.) A little space and perspective away from the day-to-day grind may have been all I needed.
(We’ll also ignore how untrue that last sentence is as well.)