Today marks six straight months of everyday writing. My previous record was ober 1,800 days. Then stuff happened. It’s ok. My world didn’t shatter because I took off a few days here and there. I do have to admit, it can make one a bit anxious if you miss a day of writing. I suppose it’s become akin to eating. Actually, I could with a fast here or there.
Now that I’m here, let me think about what I have to say today. Everyday, I have an opinion, feeling or insight to share. Today, I am slightly sluggish from my vacation. It’s as if once you land and return from your escape, you need a pair of jumper cables to rev up your mind engine.
For the sake of one’s healthy self, we should be given a vacation day for having taken a vacation. You go away and it takes a while to get into the rhythm of being away. Sometimes, you still get work calls and emails and makes you wonder why you bothered to even try to get away. Then, you ease into your vacation and feel more at ease. Then a sense of unease bubbles up as you realize the vacation time is ending soon.
Sigh. Vacations! What are they ever good for? I exaggerate. I’m happy to have gotten away. Maybe too happy. Now, I just wish I could be away again and again.