I also just got back from vacay and it was amazing. Today was a depressing day. When I first opened my eyes this morning, I had forgotten I was back… at home… to my daily routine. Ah but so is life.
Here’s a little preview of my five days of heaven:
Vacation is always nice – it allows me to stop and just reflect on my life. Sounds deep – but really, that lasts about five minutes and then I turn over. (And yes, my burnt chicken tan has now turned into a golden red).
Going back home for me is always the same story – there’s a lot of emphasis on what I’m doing and where I’m going, etc. And I feel like I talk about this all. the. damn. time.
Whenever I’m living in reality (working, daily routine), I can avoid that nagging voice in the back of my mind that keeps questioning what’s next?